From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

I slice my self up and peel back my skin
I want to see what I truly am within...

If I were an ocelot
I'd spend my days catching flies...

I form these words
Beneath oceans...

Love hearts stand in line
Now were dancing in time...

I watch you in silence
As you play with their hearts...

Hiding in a night
Cracked like glass...

I'm laughing, are you serious?
You don't have the conviction to be with us...

Pretty little dolly
All on her own...

One night I awoke
And saw her cross my grave...

No more glass
Through which we view...

Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...