This place is getting old, as you carry on

There's bluntness on your throne, but you don't arm the sword

It's heavy don't you know, so steady on

I fall just to step in line on your time - it's all manifested

You circle 'round my mind with what's left of mine

This bubble's cold

I've seen it all before and I saw this coming

Your eyes undress his shirt and you're smiling hungry

So the sun will rise slow to your wild soul

I fall just to step in line on your time - it's all manifested

You circle 'round my mind with what's left of mine

This bubble's cold

Holy racket for golden mattresses, with the coldest lines

A stolen atlas to take it all away from here