Talk to me of the tainted tinctures in your head
How you prefer a deep shade of blue over crimson red
Tell me your fears are they similar to mine
Do you hate that there is no button U can press to rewind
Divulge your secrets I'll harvest them one by one
Where do you keep the bullets for your hypothetical gun
Look me in the eye tell me where your joy comes from
I will protect us both from the depths of the sun
If the spiders could talk that you let to see another day
What would they tell me, what would they say
The fly on the wall does he even know that you see him
And live so vicariously that U would trade places to free him