He reacts to his dream
Like its all as it seems
Riding the crest of a wave
Chosen and saved
He’s a ten in his teens
From a sprout to a bean
Turning the hands of the clock
Head of the flock
Everyone wants a piece of sunday’s child
But I don’t wanna be scene
or play along with the team
I wanna go to extremes
To criticise and demean
I’m up in flames
I’m wishing for terrible things
I’m up in flames
She retracts from the seen
She’s chameleon green
Missed in the blink of an eye
Lost to the sky
No one previews the queen
Cause she says what she means
Sliding a sigh in a slur
Mystery, her
Closer than anyone gets to heard on high
I wanna wipe off the sheen
And cut a hole in the screen
Its making me wanna scream
and slip into the obscene
I’m up in flames
I’m breaking apart at the seams
I’m up in flames

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