Screeching bodies
Fall into trees
What you take from your mother
You get back in the knees
Emotions are complicated
Like larks tongues in aspic
I don't want you
No I just want plastic
I try to see your light
But I just feel so confined
What makes the downfall of man
So f*cking easy to find
Voices in my head
Voices outside
Struggling with
External displays of pride
Lens of my desires
Makes what I see drastic
So when I look at you
I just see plastic
I try to see your light
But I just feel so confined
What makes the downfall of man
So f*cking easy to find