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~ i’ll cut my hair ooh~ to make you stare ooh~ i’ll hide my chest and i’ll figure out a way to get us outta here ooh~ turn off your porcelain face i can’t really think right now in this place there’s too many colors enough to drive all of us insane are you dead? sometimes i think I’m dead cuz i can feel ghosts and ghouls rapping my head but i don’t wanna fall asleep just yet ooh~ my eyes went dark ooh~ i don’t know where ooh~ my pupils are but i’ll figure out a way to get us outta 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 arms oh ooh~ time is ooh~ slowly ooh~ tracing his face but strangely he feels at home in this place