Oh, I forgot which road
Has brought you all this grief
The function in my retina
Keeps staring on

And when it calls me
I'm always never here
To dust for prints in case I die

Whisper to your flinch can make it all better when
Vanish it to air and leave an empty throne
Whisper to your flinch can make it all better when
Vanish it to air and leave an empty throne

Find the missing poles
Electricity
Even with bolts you throw
When it keeps staring on

Weapons in the attic keep stumbling patiently, waiting for the bolt to fry
But none of your kin are answering the telephone lost inside the wrinkling vine

And when it calls me
I'm always never here
To dust for prints in case I die
Whisper to your flinch can make it all better when
Vanish it to air and leave an empty throne
Whisper to your flinch can make it all better when
Vanish it to air and leave an empty throne

Habit be the lies you never told
Have it be ones you can reap
A hesitant pause in the smirk they give
Is reason enough to believe

The face I heal is peeling off
And underneath there's no one

The face I heal is peeling off
And underneath there's no one

The face I heal is peeling off
And underneath there's no one

The face I heal is peeling off
And underneath there's no one