Theophobia -

Oh, my god, I’m sorry

We’ve had some before thee

And you may break my body

Broken baby bird bones

And the smell of being alone adorn the vanishing throne

Oh no, I’m never going to speak again

Oh no, I’m never going to speak again

Endure the fire flakes

And burn down the garden of Eden

Give up on everyone

'Cause nobody’s there when you need them

Nobody’s there when you need them