I had it in my hands
Now it's growing on people
It's running through my fingers
It stings when it stings and it burns
Ooh,
I'm sickly affluent glass
I'm bleeding all over the floor
From the eyes I'm filling up,
I'm filling up,
I'm filling up
And it seems just like something bigger than me's gonna be again
From
the sceptical palm,
reader will say I'm just bleeding the days down
And it seems kinda like when I wake myself up
I tremble like a terrified child
But it all seems fun through the windows
and tunnel I look through them every time
And I see him,
oh isn't he sharp?
Just caught by the skin of his neck
Like a hacker,
happiness and the pale white nude
He showed them a turn around
Till we say you won't have to soar
Ha, this shortage
Ooo,
these pins and needles are bringing him home
From the coziest shell of his heavenly
hell Turning him the other way around
Ooo, and the pallets of his mouth are blue
He forgot how they stack like no butter
Could I force them loose?
They're loose
And it seems just like someone's breaking up his own enigma
But he's having fun reading all day
It is meant anyway
He's screaming,
he's screaming ever so frustrated
Forgetting the order of this piece saying
Goodness,
how to do this again for weeks
He's screaming,
he's screaming ever so frustrated
There he went and now half he's gone
There he went and now half he's gone
There he went and now half he's gone There he went and now half
Everybody's singing as we dance around the wheel of pain
God, does he shame?
God, does he?
Happiness, happiness, happiness, there he went
Happiness, happiness, happiness, there he went