I have this disorder Well, it's more of a sort of complex I'm better yet broken no- destroyed Closer to empty no- a void Whatever it is, I can feel it's coldness It's what the oldest thing I hold is; It's what best story I've ever told is; Its what the weight of this load is; It's what the fork in my road is Decaying, snoozing, heavy and confusing But don't mind me if this sounds outrageous I promise I'm far from contagious So can you tell me what your name is? And then just cause wondering, Could you write your number right under it? I tell you these things, show you my snakes While I stand at my flood gates And hope that your lust makes The trusts break because I cant stand How long this rust takes Now it's your turn to learn How much time of mine you can burn.