decisions are a vacuum
that drain what's in your head
and you expend
what's left of you to tuck her into bed
butler for a human vacuum
pouting in itself
she pushed you down and broke your crown and made you someone else
relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief
resentment swells
to fill the wells
where we drown our relief
so if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they'll rejoice
sodden waif-slave
nine to five
ruthless reprimand
false empire you've built for yourself to be a family man
The second head
They'll snap your visage
instead it looks like her
thrown so much of yourself away
forgotten who you were
relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief
resentment swells
to fill the wells
where we drown our relief
so if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they'll rejoice
you're like a man that has two heads
and i have three or four
it's likely we'll be growing more
wound up the lattice of my neck and split into a fork
vampire bat stuck to your neck is sucking all your blood
if you ask me three times
i will answer you the same
"Lord, you know i love you...
though i said i didn't know your name"
so when i finally make my choice, break my bones and they'll rejoice
