My soul resides
On the other side
Of some other galaxy
So stop trying to measure me
You’ve got scars
You’ve got history
You’ve got His Story
But it’s not mine
When you’ve been
Without light
For so long
You start to speak more literally
Start to sing a different song
Cause there was nothing
Great white nothing
But the artist’s pen
It burst
And the ink mixed
With her salty tears
And his bloody fears
And the compass
started to spin
The projector
Began to roll
And it’s still spiraling
Out of control
To this day
I’m afraid
I’m afraid
I don’t want the womb
I don’t want the tomb
I’m afraid
An accident was made
Gives whole new meaning
To kid A
I’m afraid
I’m afraid
Black dove
Come take me away
I’m afraid
I’m talking to myself
Again