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so beautiful the breasts,
i get it off my chest,
as terrible as mother nature,
as she will,
why does she have to kill?
aren't you killing something:
scowling at me,
it's pretty to see,
Outsanity,
is my darkness shining?
cause i won't harm a thing,
till near becomes far,
i've been catching black widows,
inside a jar,
and setting them free,
to be what they are,
away from my window,
away from my scar,
"I know you"
you're never gonna know me,
you're never gonna know, No, No,
"I know you"...
sunrise is so good for the eyes I'm staring,
blindness is a kindness, can't you see?
don't view, what is true, as you do, directly,
is it a thing in itself or a quality?
only leaving stays,
and it always says:
I'm a funeral with no mourners,
and the find you there,
of a lashing stare,
is a room without no corners,
every thought,
is all caged and caught,
can i sicken oh so sweetly?
in the Thornery,
I'll be mourning me,
when the victory defeats me,
"I know you"
you're never gonna know me,
you're never gonna know, No, No,
"I know you"...
the bridge is shakey,
the bridge is shakey,
and you blame the mirror,
everything regrets itself,
in counting corners,
cut and dry,
dehydrated tears won't drown you,
as for what lurks all around you,
every word is haste and hear-through,
questions start but never end,
how you blame a mirror's reflection,
for it's opposite direction,
can you?
never...did away,
never finish what you cannot start...
just what is a poor boy to do?
I'm crazy about me, I'm crazy 'bout you,
("He's crazy")
am not,
no way,
(are so)...
- Genre
- Anti-Pop