This private mind
Too delicate for its own good
Every time a mirror's smashed
Someone erects another one
The only signs I believe
Rewinding when they couldn't see
Apocalyptic revelry
Calendar of X's
Six senses infiltrated
Still I try to see the kid in me
Make up a world of crashing down
And never ever burning
Make it in your mind enough
It will come to life enough
Existing before you came
Still there when the curtains close
But you have to keep at it
Can't let it be smashed or tagged
Keep the turkey in the bag
Cause someone's got a hammer
Maybe soon the dawn will comfort
Price to pay for fearing dusk
But if you look hard enough
A star can answer all your prayers
Dead dogs attract the best of us
The vile and the tempest-tossed
A soul flew off, a line was crossed
A nothing lay outlined in chalk
Sweaty products jutting from scissors
Sculpted by the only source
Which one are you
Which one are you
This apple tastes like a bible page
Drooping bells and cracked flowers
Show me how to disengage
Show me how to disengage