No matter although indeed i'll unravel and travel, and twist, and drown in babble i'll light a lantern in my skull if you'll curl up in my skeletal shadows the architecture is uncertain sometimes just a weird mcript needing 10,000 revisions under some diety's guidance there are no...

When you think about the one you love you cry, you cry would it kill me to feel it too? It might, oh it might a million people have felt this pain before, before, before but when i think about the ones who want more my bones get sore 'cause i'm one of them satisfaction, satisfaction...

She is best nearly empty folded hands in the city crystal gaze across the river to the stage and the concert echoes like her brain left to breathe in the sunlight her misery is an apple pie but it's nice to sleep after a sweet day melt the fears away on an empty night she separates...

I'm just a worm, i twist and i squirm and i sleep soundly in your deepest, darkest mud sliding through the grass not moving too fast feeling fine even though there's not much sunshine around here i'm just a worm, i twist and i squirm and i sleep soundly in your deepest, darkest...