Is this desire, in this design
Kill the buzz saw please
And it's smiling teeth
Droning frequency
Absent of melody
And all I ever wanted it to feel like
Has departed from my life
The memory of desire
Feels foreign in my mind
And the good and bad times
Slipping through my eyes
Collected on my thigh
I blend the lows and the highs
Until they all become one lie
That's what I wanted it to feel like
I wanted it to feel like
The world singing like a choir
Off key and out of time
Which nobody can deny
Which nobody can deny
Thank you, you're too kind
