Will you confess to me your crimes under pressure?
Will you confess to me your lies? Or do I have to ask?
This is my kingdom made of stone, and the walls are unprotected.
Flattery only takes you so far, then you'll have to impress me.
Standing erect on my thrown, while the peasants suffer.
Tying the noose to chandeliers, and I'm so determined.
Can you not even conceive that I'm still in love with you?
Will you feed your precious prince, eventhough I'm hungry?
You're so cool. I will love you with no head to call my own.
I'm so neurotic, and claustrophobic, and catastrophic. I guess I'm perfect, no?
Am I overwhelming you with my trivial pursuits?
Bleeding alone, and breathing to death.
Floating through catatonic dreams in your skin so tender.
Painting the sin around the wound. Please, please, surrender.
Beautiful dreams where I believe that you're still in love with me.
I am a fool for trying to carve this heart into a statue.
You are the reason for my life. I'm convinced.
I am the reason for your pain. I am sure.
I am the king, made to believe that you still bow down to me.
Do you still trust me with your life eventhough I'm clumsy?
Why does everything feel fake? Am I real? Do you even feel?
I'm so pathetic, and love dyslexic, and apathetic. I guess I'm perfect, right?
Am I overwhelming you with my trivial pursuits?
Bleeding alone, and breathing to death.
Am I overwhelming you with the love you have refused?
Bleeding along, and breathing to death.