You can say I need to try a chiller mood, maybe
But I swear that my bones know somethin's comin', save me
Exactly what is it? 'Fraid I don't know that at all
I don't know much, just a chill to the soul
Yes, I have to tell you though I have zero notes
'Bout the exact kind of doom because I do know
That you don't ignore a warnin', not how things are done
What just made my core twinge? Info's yet to come

Gotta make all the plans, could be our final stand
Or someone just made a bad joke
Can't answer that question yet, what just made my core twinge?
Right at this moment, I don't know

Wish that I could say that it's only one time
The core twinge loves to wreck my night, it feels like
And what it's foretellin' lacks consistency
Is my back due for stabbin'? Or is my tea weak?

I hate this thing I have 'cause it's explainin' jack
How the hell am I s'pposed to know?
It's all up to me to guess what just made my core twinge
Hope it's not too late, that would blow

Never timed well, this damn mystery gift I have
Probably should put "gift" in quotes
All I want to know is this: what just made my core twinge?
Give me a clue, you stupid bones
Force my mouth to say a word or two, I'd make
Less "core twinge" rants and more plans, no doubt
For now, I'm confused what I'm s'possed to do
In this fact absence, I'll drown
Like this flood water, I'll drown