bring me your eyes
and offer me your comfort
i am a broken heart
and your are my bleeding
it feels like an escape
but its really a mission
lifetimes of ambition
can quickly drift away

combine memory and meaning
but leave the fruits to the hungry
leave the spirit to its spying
and know that i am blindly
comforted by your anger
satisfy my superstitious lightning
and i'll justify your mind
from behind a pile of beautiful lies
i feel you twisting up my spine