from Divination Scars: among the dead in symmetry
There's a man in my head and he's made of glass, oh
If you try to catch a glimpse, you can see him pass, oh
He talks to me while I'm asleep and sometimes when I'm awake
He tells me things that I could be and all of my mistakes
But if you ruled the world, you could never tell a soul
The words that you cry out and the ones you shouldn't know
Running from the day, you're a child of the night, oh
Haunted by the day and reborn in the night, oh
And if you sang to me your demented melody
You could never sound as sweet as the lies they fed to me, oh
Tell me how you dream when you're awake again?
When you opened up the windows and let the moths fly in
Did you beg, did you plead with thoughts most hated
And words you'd never use?
Did you hold your heart above your chest and
Scream that you could too?
But if you ruled the world, you could never tell a soul
The words that you cry out and the ones you shouldn't know
Running from the day, you're a child of the night, oh
Haunted by the day and reborn in the night, oh
And if you sang to me your demented melody
You could never sound as sweet as the lies they fed to me, oh