I stumbled home ugly
Rub salt on my canker sores
And explore horrors
Tomorrows sure to form
A shallow shore or
Warmer aura
Warm aurora
Things that I
Borrowed from you to form
Were we born just to be bored?
Or born for more?
Well I'll be the king of cobwebs
You'll be a bleeding beehive
Well I'll be the king of cobwebs
You'll be a bleeding beehive
If you grasp at the wasp nest
I'll be gasping for air
If you grasp at the wasp nest
I'll be gasping for air
We can close our eyes to pain
Close our eyes to everything
It's all resolving now
It will all dissolve
It's all revolving now
It will all dissolve
It's all resolving now
It will all dissolve
It's all revolving now
It will all dissolve