The One Who Fell to Earth

Silly sleeping siren cuddled safe under your covers These are my last words, don't even bother To write, to call while you're wandering on the road Writing your words for something unknown To anyone, anywhere to pray that they hear you These are my last steps so I'm sorry if I awake you Stuck inside your mind, oh, I'm saying my goodbyes Words will be my epitaph as my face shatters on the ground Humor me with your humanity Since you claim to be Hundred percent human Think of something tragic Let it slow your pulse Then ask yourself why Your mind the father owns And I feel the love And I feel the love And I feel the love And I feel the love Humor me with your humanity Since you claim to be Hundred percent human Me and my sick mind They with their sick thoughts Ever intertwined Never asking why Keep your eyes wide Never let them close