with all heart In your heart with my words I promise to love you with all heart, and Drum machine joy Drum machine joy drum machine joy Soon the Goodness
Butchered to be left in parts Disregard, labeled odd Brain preserved in testing jars, then forgot Typical condition Tape the arms Stitch the eyes shut
let's go fashion queen the doors are opening at 9pm I hate to make a scene put down that hairspray and those magazines and get your purse and keys dance
Mutiny... Misery... Mutiny... Misery... Diseased and taken sick Sworn allegance to the advocates Barbed wire and swinging whips On the backs of those
Hello, Mannequin I'm tired Hello, Mannequin I'm cold Hello, Mannequin I'm hungry Hello, Mannequin I'm weak Hello, Mannequin I'm sad Hello, Mannequin I
hear them well, these farmhouse fables and read them well, these farmhouse fables and hear them well, these farmhouse fables and read them well, these
How your end fate tells a story Like the ones we have lived out so poorly In a light of an unclear existense I've been swept to the side and been dismissed
as sure as the morning comes your head hurts, but I'm the sick one? slow down you might say something harmful for me to feed on blueberry boats, I dream
you think back to carousels you can't explain, is progress made? fashion victims on rising stages jets galore for the underage is it the same as before
From the school of revision Comes the standard inventor's rule Books of subtle notation Compositions, all original I am a, I am a, I am a, I am a, I
we wake to a Christmas snow and wonder what will be in store better hurry not to waste this good light chores get done with frosty hands you pause to
To what effect Do you think? Better to check Than to shrink Too late to try You'd rather deny Time to behead Your professor, he's better off dead Octave
What's going on tonight Is everything alright? I hope there's nothing wrong I haven't seen you for so long I'm away You're here to stay and I'm away
Sent to the liars With my neck being hung by the wires Climbed out to feel All the spiders below at my heels Rush to the trees But the dark-coated ones
Separate your chief anxieties Cut the cord, but you won't Excommunicate from our society Are you bold? You are not Oh no The most terrible, terrible
and now the days must fly away and leave us with our own indifference with thoughts of fear, we hold on dear to that which cannot keep us safely the
In between Wools and weaves Knots and ties Unhinged eyes Constantly Panicky He's hunting me Fa, la, la, la Quite quieter than spiders Either one None
reeling indefinitely with our woes. weakened by thoughts of youth, where time goes. i wane through wilted plains, i just don't know. sing once for me