Make up for this hollowed-out existence
That reminds me of the smell of linen and cigarette smoke
Where you find arachnid and king Lear down
With all the words that she spoke
Used and burnt, you're not allowed to sing
—When did he die and drown?
Where you find Cassiopeia here now
Spit, guzzled and proud
Use your words, smell their body odours
You don't even have to know what day it is
I only see in black and white
Just when you think it's safe in here
Just when you think it's safe in here
Just when you think it's safe in here
Just when you think it's safe in here
This is where it starts
Treat me like one of your gods
This is where it starts
Treat me like one of your gods
Treat me like one of your gods
One of your gods
