Mondegreen / My Boy builds houses

My boy builds houses and makes them look grey;
I think he leaves it the concrete this way –
My stomach is hungry it’s crying its brains
I think it’s dying to drive me insane.

Mondegreen / home sweet home

I get dark gleams lit in my head. I ordered jumpsuits to sleep in my bed. It was winter by the time they were here. Talk to me people,  know if we cohere. Talk to me people, know how we compare.

There’s no hope for the thinker who knows they’re there. There’s no hope for the thinker who thinks life is clear.