Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes.
  Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.
  So excited, so unslept.
  Somewhat littered, so unswept.
  You have to sleep before you wake.
  I am spilled and poured.
  I am peeled and cored.
  I am hanging from the floor.
  Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week
  In a black cell of forever.
  There's a point to this.
  A point I think I often miss.
  Oh clever, clever, where's your heart?
  You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways.
  It makes no sense but it's as good as it is sad.
  I am sad, elated.
  I am segregated.
  There's this stitching and it's itching.
  All my friends are dead.
  Asleep in distant beds.
  At least these enemies stay close.
  Take me to the pretty ones.
  I want to be a pretty one.
  Sign me to a nice girl so she can ruin me eternally.
  They offered me a million bucks.
  All I want's a steady fuck.
  Oh steady, steady, where are you?
  Channer surf a sea of static,
  See the prize but you can't have it.
  There's something thankless in a wish fulfilled.
  I am thrilled and bored.
  I am unskilled, adored.
  All of both and none of one.
  I would kill for more.
  I haven't killed before.
  I could set this heart on stun.
  Take me to the pretty ones.
  I want to be original.
  Sign me to a nice girl so I can sing her something meaningful.
  In my perfect world I'd be signed to a nice girl.
  It would cost one million kisses.