My curtains are under attack

The servants are gone

And Caligula's not coming back

Fanatics in slow limousines

Semantics for murderous people

Who sleep with extremes

I need a lift

I need a higher protocol

It's not a gift

To never be the sentinel

Or hear at all

Inertia from glass that we blew

He'll hurt you with hundreds of questions

What's up [?]

New orders and old melodies

Your borders are crossed

With the miracle men that you tease

Ducking in cuddles

You shake

When you hover the craft

That you made out of me

Can't you feel me hanging out on your floor

(Needlessly to say that I was contraband)

You can beat me but it won't change the score

(Needlessly to say that I was contraband)

If you're crazy would we know it for sure

(Needlessly to say that I)

Without a curse

Without a reason

To believe the pain

Would I believe in you the same?

If I'm the first

If I'm the church

If I'm the judgement day

Would I believe in you the same?