You know that I will always love you
You know that I will never die
You know that I will always love you
You know that I will never die

I got something i need to tell you
I think i am losing my mind
I wake up to all kinds of sirens
Grit my teeth and lose of time

I think I've found a type of thinking (thinking) brings me close To losing touch (close to losing touch) dreams turn green then Turn real then orange and real spits me out into a dream

I got something i need to tell you
I think I am losing my mind
I moved out and became a writer
Mother, father, liver in time

But I wake up to all kinds of sirens
Grit my teeth and lose sense of time
While Milo writes the sign of the cross
With blood he drained while Neil's alive


It's a strange idea
Something blooms from dead orange peels
It's neither negative or positive
It's just a thing that is such a strange idea