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I want to take my head and cut it open wide
Want to examine, oh the thoughts that circle inside
Electrocute my thoughts or put myself on stand by,
I'm so over, I'm so over you

Let's open up the sky and let the clichè's pour
Everything has been executed there before
Eight-bit fantasies, I'm yesterday's technology
Follow the leader, jump off with me

The wine is dripping with the blood off my finger tips
The mitochondrion are revolting, please take care of it
Carnivorous cells are winning against your cancer lips
So come over, come over

Oh, my God, I want to tear you apart
I am walking but I'm still asleep
Oh, my Lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep

I wish I had an original thought inside my skull
Everything has been done a million times before
My dream sequence has become my life or so it seems
All my friends are dead, in a perfect sense

Oh, my God, I want to tear you apart
I am walking but I'm still asleep
Oh, my Lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
In too deep

Oblivious and numb
In too deep

I want to hurt you, but can't cut you fast enough
The ink is dripping, and my letter has become a mess
I want to hate you, but hate is love, just reversed
Why do we talk about things that we loathe the most?

Oh, my God, I want to tear you apart
I am walking but I'm still asleep
Oh, my Lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
Wake me up before I fall too deep