[ Featuring Dark ]
My heart is a crackling radio
It picks up absent voices
Half awake, half asleep
As sure as my hands are my own
I heard a voice
She whispered softly, she whispered sweetly
Cut your hair, cut it all
I stood in the hallway, naked but for my confusion
But I have no scissors, I could only reply
I stood in the hallway, naked but my response
Well take a blade just as soon
I looked to my hand, wishing to follow the seductive whisper
But I have none
And I'm sure that just as sweetly as she whispered for my hair
My throat would surely follow
