some call it stalking , i say walking
just extremely close behind

a drag path etched into the surface , can you find me ?

one day you'll be not even a faint memory

you have always been a delicate disaster

i know what’s on your mind , but it’s not what you think it is

the day you lose someone isn’t the worst - at least you’ve got something to do
it’s all the days they stay dead

cut us open , spread us out , dry us in the sand
lay the fibers side by side and you'll begin to understand

i want everyone to know that i am a soul half divided

' how many seconds in eternity ? ' the shepherd's boy says

i was just born like this , wish that i could change it
four peculiar limbs and a head that doesn't fit

i'd dance just for you when the nightlight goes out

my brain has claimed its glory over me
i’ve a good heart , albeit insane

amnesia was her name , she had beautiful eyes
and every word she said , it was a little surprise

time is dead and has no meaning ! existence is upside - down and i reign supreme !

i'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black
i'm gonna run away now and never look back

i wanna taste your content , hold your breath and feel the tension

with the taste of the blood on your tongue like wine
and the weight of your crimes weighing on your mind

cut us open , spread us out , dry us in the sand
lay the fibers side by side and you'll begin to understand

if i catch fire , then i change my aim
throw my troubles to the pearly gates

i'm not a monster , i'm a human
and i made a few mistakes

carving my initials in the back of my hand in case of losing track

who'd want to belong to anyone ?
i mean , what do people even do ?

the foolish people , they are so lovely

it's so dark tonight , but you'll survive , certainly

screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth

you can run to those angels until you are exhausted
one day , you will have to stop and question what they wanted

perhaps next we meet , i will be an ocean current , carrying seeds to new lands

there’s something , something , some— there’s something wrong with me

a weapon ? a monster ?
a child

what will it be like , i wonder , to go to sleep and never wake up ?