In the dark, the lights are a painting of you

They float on the walls when we're through

I'll patiently wait to discuss whatever we must

And the holes array in a part of your mind

A shudder that crawls on your spine

For all other things that we had, the good and the bad

Can we start the new paradise in your mind?

A shudder that crawls on your spine

For all other things that we were, I'll never be sure

You're in the page underneath me

You're taking your time, you're up here for a devil today

There is nothing beneath me

You're wasting your time, grow up, you poor devil, today