Pull the current from my skin
Cut the chord for more supply
Lay me down right by your side and you and I can still act
Like we're friends, lets begin, to pretend to forget about the who what where why and the when and get this head out of the clouds that I'm hollowed in...
See I'm howlin' in the wind
Headaches from innate invisible templates that have continued to endlessly bend me, I am full of my selfish envy staring at a full moon through an empty glass, I could never remember my past because the last memory I had I was buried in the bottom of a crystal glass