Forget your sense of direction?
What, leaves you with
This pallid complection?
Don't ask me for an opinion
Don't ask me to decide
Before it is too late
Who, am I to
Relieve me of my anger?
Twice, the hearts of mind
Blown away on a feather
Don't ask me for an answer
Don't ask me for a symbol
That I, cannot extricate
Who, am I to
Run home naked?
A, million eyes
Turning crimson
Don't ask me to believe my lie
Don't ask me to find my way
Ravished, put away
And I never came to pacify
The stitches inside of me
And I never left my garden of thorns
Planted, in my head
Who, am I to
Forget my sense of direction?
What, leaves me with
This pallid complection?
You've got me tangled
You've got me tangled
You've got me tangled
You've got me tangled
What's this source?
What's this source?
What's this source?
