So contemplate this
Standing statue, the words will run through
A burning red rose, everyone knows

You're turning blacker, my head turns
But you're a slave on the run and that don't look fun, all that fun


Chorus:

And I yell at her

And I'm begging her
Just compelling her
Cos' her magic got lost for desert

And everything's not fantasy
It's no phalacy
Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst


I'm here I'm missing
Ok you're hissing

The bitter music
Helped me diffuse it
We're falling deeper

Daytime sleeper
You're trading your spark
To play in the dark


Pharmaceutical run
There's just so much fun

Now come on home

Chorus:


And I yell at her
And I'm begging her

Just compelling her
Cos' her magic got lost for desert
And everything's not for fantasy

And it's no phalacy
Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst


Life has crazy cause for sadness
How can you trust all her madness?
Through the walls

Through the walls, try stop this
Stop the cause, don't watch this
It's a game


Chorus:


And I yell at her
And I'm begging her
Just compelling her

Cos' her magic got lost for desert
And everything's not for fantasy
And it's no phalacy

Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst
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