A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle

Something theoretical, I guess

It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be

A line between the villains and the rest

A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole

Missing what I reckon is a soul

So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world

Seeing things that cannot be retold

A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle

Something theoretical, I guess

It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be

A line between the villains and the rest

Nostalgia from a wall of barricaded faded memories

Impartial to the carnal scenery

Apparently, guarantees are only found peripherally

Drinking to a total mystery

Well, no matter what I say

It's confusing either way

Well, no matter what I say

It's confusing either-

Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are

In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond

Pathological façade

Don't you find it odd?

Secretarial speaking

Go on, praise me like a god

Don't you find it odd?

Go on, praise me like a god

A couple unaware, laughter in the air after galling

Falling head-first down a flight of stairs

It's kinda like a pre-angelic bygone wannabe

Who's heading towards God-knows-where

Bye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime

Gone without a reason or a rhyme

So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world

Where everybody's crooked by design

A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle

Something theoretical, I guess

It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be

A line between the villains and the rest

The towers gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all

Knowing someone else would be appalled

You're crying as you call out

Halt and move on without someone that you think a lot about

Well, no matter what I say

It's confusing either way

Well, no matter what I say

It's confusing either-

Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion

The ending left misunderstood amnesia for a diorama love

Who will I become?

It's a bittersweetly never-ending phobia

Who will I become?

Never-ending phobia

A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle)

A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole (Away on latent aripiprazole)

A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle)

Y'know, nostalgia from a dolled-up lucid dream is only clinical (Lucid dream is only clinical)

A couple unaware, laughter in the air after falling (After falling)

Goodbye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime (Goes the time turning on a dime)

A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle)

The tower's gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all (Silently rebuild it all)

Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion

The ending left misunderstood amnesia

For a diorama love

Who will I become?

It's a bittersweet utopia

Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are

In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond

Pathological façade

Don't you find it odd?

Secretarial speaking

Go on, praise me like a god

Don't you find it odd?

Go on, praise me like a god

Don't you find it odd?

Go on, praise me like a god