Pulling on strings they call it puppeteering
As I hang myself from a ten story building...

Lining up the nightmares
Red parade marching on my wrists...

Thank you for your surprise
Which was not a surprise at all...

So there are words out there
Professed by lips that do not kiss...

The rocks are lined with velvet moss
We've been here for so long...

Cold slip
Happened again...

Alice sat by the water searching for a reflection...
She always wondered why she couldn't see herself...

There's no drug for irony
If you know what I was thinking...

I think of things in viscous ways
I count seconds when I live in days...

Happens
Out of our control...

Stop laughing dearest
It's not about being good enough...

Let's get piss drunk and play pretend
Like the seventy seas don't have a friend...