Gather all your fears because there's a bonfire
It's Licking the tongue of Satan and if you feel strange that's because your heart is turning into velvet satin
Somebody poured this into my ear when I was asleep last night and I can feel it leaking into my mind
Broken tile spaces, places feeling vacant
Buildings without residents and bikes without wheels.
Nobody's going to fix them now, so I wish they would just be torn down
Because it's so hard when you can see somebody who's lacking
It's so hard when you see somebody attacking
Are we really just dogs in the body of men
Our mouth dragging through the dirt, lapping up all this hurt dripping from your rib cage

I use each one of my fingers to count down the ten times I was up till nine in the morning, mourning the 800 thousand miles between us
And the way those seven deadly sins slithered across your body, sixes across your writs this feeling, intoxicated on five shots of four ounces of self-pity and regret
The same dream 3 night in a row where two hands are resting gently on my window
And your single voice whispers to me
I still don't know what you said
I still don't know what you said

Write me a nice song she said
Write a really really nice song
But it's the wrong notes every time
Knees bound to the ground and wondering
Am I giving up or giving in
Sometimes this quite lets me know that the wolfs in my head left me for dead
Regardless of what we were fighting for
It's not even a struggle anymore
Because your going to die
Yes you are really really going to die
Yes I'm going to die
Yes I'm really really going to die
But you never wanted to hear that

I could never reach out to hold your hand because they were always covering ears
For an entire year, I wondered if you were blocking out my voice or yours
I'm sorry that our relationship has become a choir
Because you just put up with me and I put up with myself, gripping tightly the gates of heaven or maybe it's hell
Crucified, turning to the side
The son of man erected, no longer able to stand looks me in the eye and sighs
And he tells me he'll have me for dinner while they put a hole in his side
Your back crooked from carrying my cross, lashes on your neck from the way I choked you with my affection, afflicting pain into your mind already concaving into itself
Help
Help
Every time I spoke failure shown down upon me, blinding my aim and misfiring on anyone I ever called friend
I think there is something wrong with me.
I think there is something wrong with me
Go ahead and take that and this just make sure to disinfect the holes you left in my wrist
I keep this wound open so maybe one day you could infect all this cancer in my brain and change out my veins for electrical wire and maybe one day I could start spinning like those bicycle tires and we can get to all those broken
Towers and start rebuilding