We are beautiful.
Ugly versions of the world.
We are cynical.
Telling jokes that we don't get.
We are pitiful.
We hold candles for the dead.
We are falling fast.
I just want to go home.
Go home. Go home. Go home.
We are beautiful.
Monsters always feed their young.
We are skeptical.
Nothing lasts without a shove.
We are terrible.
We are horrified of love.
We are falling short.
I just need to be alone.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
You and I scream,
but no one hears us when we're all alone.
You and I scream.
The walls turn empty pictures into moans.
You're an eye scream.
You're so beautiful it burns/hurts my eyes.
You are my scream.
I have lost my breath. You've saved my soul.
You're an eye scream.
You're an eye scream.
You're an eye scream.