Whoa, I'm in your head now
Can you feel it?
Can you feel this?
That you're the answer that i can't seem to formulate

Are you claustrophobic?
Blood is the new fashion
When your face shatters like porcelain bullets

Wounds gape like open sewers
It's okay, this is what they're doing in Europe

Strangling flowers into ocean blue, ocean blue
You're the rock and I'm the roll
So, tilt your gaping neck and let the good times flow