Sewing patches of hearts back together,
I'm a fixer boy, but I don't fix your roof,
Line up outside my garage,
Tell me what's the problem,
I'll be there for you.

But now, time has run out,
I've bought all I could,
And killed all I can,
Though the sunlight is seeping,
I know that it will go down.

I've come down from heaven,
To set your souls on fire,
My unfulfilled desire,
To watch you burn away.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

In the off-red lighting,
I am here ruling for pay,
Nobody can take my today,
Don't mess with me.

When soldiers come marching,
Will you all scream and run?
Or will you sit and just be done?
I'm not nice but neither are you.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

Walking- away in the rain,
I'm thinking- that it's so late,
The clock's struck one- I'm falling down,
Under the streetlights- stars that I can barely see.
I don't like- the town lights anymore,
When I'm trapped- in my head,
I can't see- stars as clearly,
So get those lights off- I can send more unanswered prayers,
Despite my disbelief.

Ease my breath,
Release my neck,
I need to run to the forest,
Let me see the stars again.

A hollow wooden ukulele,
Begins to play for me,
In the dead of the night when I cannot hear it.

Please don't go,
No please don't go.

My stretched black binder,
Holds me together every day,
I don't know how I'd live without it.

I need you here beside me,
Break the spell of living the same day over and over.

The broken but useful headphones on the floor,
Tell their stories of when they remembered their home,
Upon my head and playing what I need to hear.

The sun will dip inside my head,
And winter will come.

Along with the plethora of torn notebooks,
Scattered across my floor,
From all the inspiration I had gathered from day one.

Jump back to square one within a month.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of blank pages,
and empty promises.

Take me home,
Take me home now.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of burning trees,
and what we see.

I need to go home,
Please let me go home.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of sudden changes,
and futures mangled.

My hair's matted and my hands burnt,
I just need to go home right now.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Denying is proof,
and I won't take it back.

Take me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.

do you know,
what it's like,
to hate yourself,
but not just your face,
your entire body.
you look at your skin and it's much too pale,
you look at your chest and it makes your eyes bleed,
you'd gladly rip those out, pain and all,
I've considered it before,
to **** myself up so that they can be gone.

when your face doesn't match,
the way you wish,
then your voice interrupts your speech,
and you hate it so much,
you hate it so much.

you hate it so much.

you hate it so much.
you'd gladly go mute,
to make sure no one knows what you sound like.
if I'm lucky I might get them all gone
but I don't know how one can stay sane with all these flaws.

My chest hurts,
it hurts so much.
my body hurts,
it hurts so much.
My chest hurts,
it hurts so much.
my body hurts,
it hurts so much.
because of these,
alien things on top of me,
get rid of them for me,
won't you please?

dysphoria
days nights and years
dysphoria
days nights and years
days nights and years

Violent words sink into my skin,
I forgot the last time I could feel,
Another day spent in a pool,
Falsified smiles rub the thorns in.

I don't believe in anything but you,
Only you.

Naming my vacant cabs one by one,
A siren or time long gone,
Viruses inside all good memories,
Did you put the flowers on my grave.

I don't believe in anything but you,
Only you.

Dream-catching through loss of control,
Purge inevitable death from the brain,
Relate to the stars and hope you won't be forgotten,
Memories arise and fade.

I don't believe in anything but you,
Only you.

Whispering motorbikes crash into mazes,
Alcohol burns to keep the dreams dead,
Rubbing salt on the wound and keep away the shame,
What is this game, I don't want to play this anymore.

I don't believe in anything but you,
Only you.

Tearing guns into black ashes,
Burned down my own home again,
I am nothing but your saint, now please,
Bring me stones covered in blood.

I don't believe,
No, not in anything but you,
Only you.