I promised you would never see a trace of me ever being human again But I can't keep it. I can't live upto it. I crumble in the shadows of a perfectionist Cutting the corners of my heart until it has no edges Just a constant need to be covered in bandages Which restrain and remind of all my failures and wreckages If love is a dream and I can't get to sleep You'd better fucking knock me out and perform the lobotomy on me yourself But wait for now, while I still feel Both full of life and full of guilt And with lips of tingling passionate rouge Make not one more 'integral' move For your righteous tongue is covered in eggshells As it licks it rips these wounds With desperate claws of good intentions I hold onto my horns. Always ready to be locked. Then you say I'm an animal. And you chop them straight off.