Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes. 

Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame. 

So excited, so unslept. 

Somewhat littered, so unswept. 

You have to sleep before you wake. 

I am spilled and poured. 

I am peeled and cored. 

I am hanging from the floor. 

Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week 

In a black cell of forever. 

There's a point to this. 

A point I think I often miss. 

Oh clever, clever, where's your heart? 

You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways. 

It makes no sense but it's as good as it is sad. 

I am sad, elated. 

I am segregated. 

There's this stitching and it's itching. 

All my friends are dead. 

Asleep in distant beds. 

At least these enemies stay close. 

Take me to the pretty ones. 

I want to be a pretty one. 

Sign me to a nice girl so she can ruin me eternally. 

They offered me a million bucks. 

All I want's a steady fuck. 

Oh steady, steady, where are you? 

Channer surf a sea of static, 

See the prize but you can't have it. 

There's something thankless in a wish fulfilled. 

I am thrilled and bored. 

I am unskilled, adored. 

All of both and none of one. 

I would kill for more. 

I haven't killed before. 

I could set this heart on stun. 

Take me to the pretty ones. 

I want to be original. 

Sign me to a nice girl so I can sing her something meaningful. 

In my perfect world I'd be signed to a nice girl. 

It would cost one million kisses.