masked youth
tip your head back
please oh please don't swallow the pill
it’ll be alright; i promise
the world will just stand still
they can't possibly get it
it’s not them but me
where are all the souls?
in this inconsistent haunting
i see the stars, the sky
way beneath the ground
in the deep dark vacuum
there is only one sound
i'm lost, i'm found, i'm lost
i think i’m lost in space
i’m not sure where to hide, or
which one is my real face
grab the key off the chain
unlock every single door
then lock them right back up
i only see what i abhor, but
anything can be made whole
with a fresh coat of paint
take the rope away now
before the muse asphyxiates;
"we’re tired of saving everyone"
"they need to help their sorry selves"
but it’s hard being alone with life
and these cards to us, were dealt
all we do is sit, is wait, is watch
this world that is an endless routine
that we're doomed to always repeat
we’re doomed to always repeat
but i'm yelling, crying, screaming at you
to take a moment, my dear, and come talk to me