I want to take my head and cut it open extra wide.
Want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to circle inside.
Electrocute my thoughts or put myself on stand by.
I'm so over,
I'm so over,
You.

Let's open up the sky and let the cliches pour.
Everything has been executed better before.
8-bit fantasies,
I'm yesterday's technology.
Follow the leader,
Jump off with . . . me.
The wine is dripping with the blood off my fingertips.
The mitochondrion are revolting,
Please take care of it.
Carnivorous cells are winning against your cancer lips.
So come over, so come over.

Oh my god,
I want to tear you apart.
I am walking, but I'm still asleep.
Oh my lord,
This is blasphemy.
Wake me up before I fall too deep.

I wish I had an original thought inside my skull.
Everything has been done a million times before.
My dream sequence has become my life or so it seems.
All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene.

Oh my god,
I want to tear you apart.
I am walking, but I'm still asleep.
Oh my lord,
This is blasphemy.
Wake me up before I fall too deep.
In too deep.

Oblivious and numb.
In too deep.

I want to hurt you,
But I can't cut you fast enough.
The ink is dripping,
An my letter has become a mess.
I want to hate you,
But hate is love,
Just reversed.
Why do we talk about things that we loathe the most?

Oh my god,
I want to tear you apart.
I am walking, but I'm still asleep.
Oh my lord,
This is blasphemy.
Wake me up before I fall too deep.