 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'll fly us out of here You'll cut your hair to make them stare You'll hide your chest and figure out a way to get us out of here Look at your porcelain face I can't really think right now in this place Has too many colors enough to drive all of us insane Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrap in my head But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet Cause when dark ghouls are But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here Hello to 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 Yeah, but little do we know the stars Welcome him with open arms Time is slow Tracing his face But strangely he feels at home in this place