Wrinkle Neck Mules Parting of the Clouds lyrics

In my line of sight, particles are swimming
I can reach up and touch outer space
This hospital room is no good place to spend the night
But from myself in here I will be safe

Somewhere along the river my hands start talking to me
The left in disagreement with the right
Like Vincent Van Gogh, I cut myself in two
There'll be no coming morning to this night

It's not the truth but it's the answer I gave
A forked tongue speaks every word I say
Is this the point, where the whole thing comes unwound?
Stand by for the parting of the clouds


The back eddies swirl, hot like a temper
I catch them in the riffles and the runs
When this all got started, that much I don't remember
But they tell me I'm not the only one

There's a light at the end of the funnel
Strapped down and hit up with something good
There's a storm brewing out on my equator
I think it's time I throw myself before the judge