[Chorus: Tilian, Jon Mess]
You always keep me coming back for more
So many faces in the world, but I want yours
The way you make me feel inside my bones
I can't remember how it feels to be alone
And when you call my phone late at night
Anticipation always burns me up inside
Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
It's analogy backfire in the cliché storm of backwards prose
Shoot the agony beam, wearing sacrificial clothes

[Verse 1: Tilian]
I haven't slept for weeks
Just a couple more and I'll be yours
I'll be coming home again
And we'll tear apart those sheets
And forget the world a little while
Get to know your form again

[Verse 2: Jon Mess, Tilian]
Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
I want to hear what you're seeing
Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
I want to know what you're feeling
If it's making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines?
If it moves and breathes it's fine, don't let it mess with your mind
Do you feel alone when I'm not home?
Touch as you please, you should feel free
Paging Dr. Mess, your patient's throwing food and ate his robe
[Chorus: Tilian, Jon Mess]
You always keep me coming back for more
So many faces in the world, but I want yours
The way you make me feel inside my bones
I can't remember how it feels to be alone
And when you call my phone late at night
Anticipation always burns me up inside
Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
It's analogy backfire in the cliché storm of backwards prose
Shoot the agony beam, wearing sacrificial clothes

[Verse 3: Jon Mess, Tilian]
Quantum something can do anything (Easier said than done)
An accidental public confession made (Can't be the only one)
I was in a viper fight, but I'm alright
(That jacket looks good on most people)
Confused cause I'm too dumb to find the light
(Finally exiled)

[Bridge: Tilian]
Overcome by circumstance
I put my life in the devil's hands
Fell lower than before, lower than ever before
I know it's hard to forgive me now
But I swear I've taught myself how to barricade the door
I won't go there anymore
Overcome by circumstance, separated by consequence
I fell lower than before, lower than I have before
If I could just get through to you
We could put in the final screws to the barricade the door
And start back where we were
[Outro: Jon Mess]
Carcinogenic isotope, we need the A-team montage
Disregard the message from the ending of the album