What a poor thing What a poor poor thing What a poor thing Tears drip down like they morphine What a poor thing Eyes roll back I can't see a thing What a poor thing Feet bound back ribbons for a ring Wander a minute, over the hills is a couple of cynics Chill by the lake, you know it's fate, blinding snow rays in a vision Senses all out of commission One of us out of the picture Broken apart, scattering shards Frankenstein my suture Crawling all fours in the night, stories for demons that sleep in the light Searing hot pain til it's white, never could tell from the black in your eyes The art is attached to a vice Bodies detach from this life Shadows just drag me around Swallows just follow my strife Woahhhh I just wanna go home Woahhhh Sharp pang in your tone Woahhhh Yeah I'm hollow to the bone Woahhhh I don't wanna die alone What a poor thing Tears drip down like they morphing What a poor thing Fog drifts round til the heavens sing What a pretty thing Full moon gown flowing vividly What a pretty thing Lungs scorched white I can almost breathe