I CARE

I hang glass from my wall, it makes my life seem big
Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big

You forced me to do things I wasn't aware of
And this is our secret and everyone does this
My future is written is closed circuit evidence
Me and my self-denial will keep you from justice and free

I hang glass from my wall, it makes my life seem big
Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big
I hang glass from my wall, it makes my life seem big
Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big

I wriggle and squirm as you try to convince me
And everyone stares, they know what I've been up to
The pressure engulfing me, memories orbiting me
Fits epileptic in waves leaping over me

I hang glass from my wall, it makes my life seem big
Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big
I hang glass from my wall, it makes my life seem big
Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big

No contact of flesh and no tongues and no touching
No fear of disease and I can't take my clothes off
I want to get fucked like a whore in a porno, it's me
Don't tell anybody, it's our dirty secret, it's me

I will protect you and shield you, prevent you from danger
You've intruded and taken away all my sweetness
But somehow these mirrors they make my existence seem bigger
Somehow these mirrors they make my existence seem bigger

CHURCH OF THE DRIVE THRU ELVIS

And there's someone always laughing over me
A taste of my inferiority
It mocks me and weakens me
Emphasises what is wrong with me
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror to see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners, I know

You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn

Everyone's a sinner baby, that's for sure
No conduit Messiah, God-like with halo
Aesthetically, appease my all-consuming vanity
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror to see I'm incredibly low
We are all sinners, I know
We are all sinners, I know

You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn

Spirit serene, it's my spirit so serene

You take life better than me
My wheelchair rolls into the sea
Tender blooms fractured and torn
We're all sinners, I know