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 $#&@.
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 kisse