i want to mix you up into a knot
tie you around my waist
double it up

quick before you undo it all
the jacket falls to the floor

and i cant feel again

i still have a long way to go but
you better respect how far I've come

and if you don't
there will be a bigger problem
than the earth's quake
and the shape of your face

because I've grown from flowers  
and turned yellow

twister in the soda
peach in the thighs
lying alone in my room
touch myself to success

doing the most to make sure people know
how much you do
instead of just doing it

are you really doing that much?

empty but not in the eyes
alone but not in the photo

tell me what you plan to grow to

they say that im the man but they dont even know you  

and i dont need to check the lens
when i loaded the film
check the keys and leave the purpose

molding around these lies and my speech is bad

writing behind this screen

no one could catch me
see where i was
know what i was thinking

i was hiding in plain sight
right under the covers

until i was caught
and seen through  

life was nice on the inside

but once again, the saint decides to sin