And for the kill,
the needle if you will,
don't sing the theme.
Don't be afraid,
if everything would fade,
there's nothing here as we.
So don't try to call,
I'm tired of it all,
I've got to make way for the pupil stage,
if you knew what I was lost to inside,
then I guess you would say
that I don't belong in here.
Cry and I will lead me through you,
cry and I will take you home.
Cry and I will lead me through you,
cry and I will take you home.
God and the star,
no interest in it all, please take the wheel.
I've said it all,
if you know what I mean, I'm
leaving what I used, meticulously clean,
if you knew
that I grew an insect inside,
then I'm sure you would say that I don't belong in here.