Have you ever known somethin' strange as this
Lemme roll the bones and make a bet
I never wanted to confess
Lower into me, the needle threads these wings
Mending, melancholy leaks from my ease, down through my feet
But why, when the sun shines nigh
Do my eyes sink lower into my skull
Returning to a molded bark
Next for the cull
Has it never struck you as a selfish sin
To be one who's road so easily flipped
The question begs, why do we do this
Sink this scalpel into me, worry not if I bleed
Cuz ya know I'm curious to see precisely what makes us be we
But lo, as the knife gouges my thighs, I cry out
For worry that I might be endlessly stained with a selfish sense
That I'm not feeling so alright
Now it's mine
And I'd be, just to be
Be in time, why would I
Not confide in I
And sabotage the rest of my life?