Draw me and quarter me
Then dice up all four pieces just to break them into sanguine constellations
Decimate my body past Euclidean geometry
And hand a chunk to all my past relations
Cause I wanna be a poet, and I wanna be a king
And I want to be absolutely fucking everything
I want them cognizant of my existence while they are soundly sleeping, oh-woah
I want to machina each deus
While I cold read Amadeus
And the demons in the audience start weeping

But there’s only so much time in each day
To get not shit at something and much less to be okay

So scatter me!
Scatter me!
And I will oversee the pulpit and the choir and the narthex all together, oh-woah
Scatter me!
Scatter me!
And like a worm from the sum of my pieces I will grow back better

Yesterday I doused myself in gasoline
It was an accident I swear though unconvincing
I saw the mirror of myself wearing a flame-wreathed leather belt
Flesh sloughing off them like a Dali painting
I wanna live, I wanna live
I really fucking wanna live
And I am terrified of burning things that I just started building
I wailed as I winced for the spark that would end my existence
But that spark it never came, along with thrill and love and fame
Because I thought that monotony would save me
Oh, yesterday
All my demons snacked on canapés
Topped with every risk I didn’t take
Oh, I am stuck in yesterday
Oh, I’m so stuck in yesterday
So scatter me!
Scatter me!
And I will oversee the pulpit and the choir and the narthex all together, oh-woah
Scatter me!
Scatter me!
And like a worm from the sum of my pieces I will grow back better

So scatter me!
Scatter me!
And I will oversee the pulpit and the choir and the narthex all together, oh-woah
Scatter me!
Scatter me!
And like a worm from the sum of my pieces I will grow back better