Falling Skies -

I want life, I want death

I want hope, I want rest

I want love, I digress

I confess, I’m a mess

I really want all of my sensories to overload

I really want you to understand my undertones

I want highs, I want lows

I won’t choose, I want both

I want lies, I want truth

I won’t hide to my youth

I really want to expose you in every way

Oh, how I hate this!

I can’t contain it!

I won’t restrain it, you make me say:

«Fuck this, fuck you, fuck your insecurities!

Fuck your fabricated sense of loyalty!»

I want, I want

I want death, I want sex

I’m obsessed, get undressed

Now caress me, impressed

Undo my body, unless you have another way

Profess your thoughts and suggest the things you want to say

I want pain, I want gain

I want loss, I’m insane

I want love, I digress

I confess, I’m a mess

I really want you to know me from the inside out

I really want you to hate me for what I’m about

So you’ve got me, you’ve got me claimed

You’ve got me all caught up in chains

By my heart, by my hands, by my head

Being led to my death, to my grave