[Verse 1]
In the middle of the sentence, the punctuation marks dance
I'll steal your complicated language to write of modern man
And his contemporary baggage, you gain permission to exist
When you're robbed of information in the perennial dialectic

[Verse 2]
You draw attention to yourself, but I don't think you really want it
You scribble letters on your forehead, and pull the wool over the eyes
And now the cracks in the ego begin to complicate the scene
Instead of generating meaning, the pale fire frees

[Bridge]
I'll use you as a mirror to define myself
I'll keep you in a box despite myself
And think of how the memory refutes itself
And all these failing bodies abuse themselves to death