Misery is like black chalk on a black chalk board
When paper's my only friend and my pen is my sword
Or a cocked gun loaded with cheap bullets
Doesn't matter where it's pointed, the only way is forward
I don't know how to let out my demons
They're echoing inside of my skull

Your Greek lips could melt souls
Your heart is the only thing that makes mine feel whole
But I can't get to you, I'm still inside
Because your body makes my head a void
When I look at you, I can't look anywhere else
You're so there I feel destroyed

But I can't get to you
You're on the other side of the Berlin wall
And there was never a revolution
I've got nothing to break down your institutions
And my social policies tumble in your presence
You're my lord, and I'm just a lonely tenant
Wish you'd save me, or kick me out
Now doesn't that sound religious?

It's so hard to get to you
When I have to get through you
Because I'm old school in your new news station
I'm an antenna in your static field
And all of my memories are in the radio waves
I can't hear them, but I feel the vibrations
Wish you'd save me from you
Beautiful architect of my world