[Chorus]

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down?

Lately I might

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch

[Verse 1]

This is a list, they're my demands

Forget the question, come on, bring your nervous hands

You read it in my letter, "Patience worth is dead"

Suffocate the inkwell, "I am legion," said the pen

Her seraph snout and cruciform limp

I blame the shrouding of a lesser man

My sigil contraptions, they walk with no crutches

Don't show me the hinges, I am absent

[Chorus]

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down?

Lately I might

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch

[Verse 2]

She came to me when she was pouring out of drool

Under sedation, under vulgar multitudes

If you stay and try to fix what you did

The sheets were wet from all those messages

A million petitions, her lock with no key

You forfeit the right to be believed

Full implant, shapeless as a jewel

And I am stranded by eternal solitude

[Chorus]

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down?

Lately I might

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch

[Bridge]

The vault that I call home

It falls beneath your palms

Before I crawl my way out, she calls

You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting

You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting

When will I drown?

[Verse 3]

I'll never get a distance shot, heard vesper pure

I never want to see your face until the word is made flesh

You'd better ask Metatron

Those flowers that withered away in the pages of your book

For one day they won't block your route

[Refrain]

In the dead plot you dream in

Ten go away, ten born of pray, ten go away

Folding wormholes

My time is riding in the alphabet

Folding wormholes

My time is writing on the wall

[Instrumental Section]

[Refrain]

In the dead plot you dream in

Ten go away, ten born of pray, ten go away

Folding wormholes

My time is riding in the alphabet

Folding wormholes

My time is writing on the wall

[Verse 4]

Debase by your sentence, I fell in the trap

What door slid behind me? I can't see it anymore

When she sleeps as a witness, got no better hands

Tied a single stutter, do you speak my dialect?

Accidents will happen, keep your earnings to yourself

One sip under the table until it moves all by itself

In the eye of Fatima, I've kept all your dreams

In a waking solution of indictment

[Chorus]

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down?

Lately I might

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch