Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love, but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here
Ooh-ooh, I'll cut my hair
Ooh-ooh, to make you stare
Ooh-ooh, I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Turn off your porcelain face
I can't really think right now, and this place
Has too many colours, enough to drive all of us insane
Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead
'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet
My eyes went dark
I don't know where
My pupils are
But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Get a load of this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody, please, give him a little bit of space?
Get a load of this train wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know, the stars welcome him with open
Get a load of this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody, please, give him a little bit of space?
Get a load of this train wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know, the stars welcome him with open arms
Ooh-ooh, time is
Ooh-ooh, slowly
Ooh-ooh, tracing his face
But strangely, he feels at home in this place
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