The day was severed by the line,
When I was only seven.
We caught the flower by the vine,
Like comas stored in heaven.
The mortar breaks the pigeon's tongue.
We're all avoiding spaces.
The tragedy was clearly hung
On decomposing faces.
Give me another chance.
Give me... forgive me.
I sold my confidence, you felt
That we are made of plastic.
We're all so careful not to melt
And trip the dark fantastic.
Give me another chance.
Give me... forgive me.
Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.
Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.
The night was stifled by the mark,
And I was merely laughing.
I felt your twitches in the dark.
And no one was left standing.
Give me a fucking chance.
Give me... forgive me.