The inside of my head

The inside of my head is soft and wet
The inside of my head is sometimes sad.
The inside of my head is mushy and gooey
The inside of my head is a little bit chewy.

Chewy? Yes, said the cannibal inside my head,
I’ve been eating it and not paying rent.
The inside of my head…
tastes just like chicken!


The inside of my head is dark and soft,
The inside of my head is big as a loft
There are twists and bends and wires
From which the cannibal sometimes tires
Especially if he had too much chicken...

The inside of my head is also trees, wind and a clearing
The inside of my head is you, me and we’re screaming
The inside of my head is grey and purple and red
The inside of my head is the beginning, the middle and end.