Delicate, Petite & Other Things I'll Never Be

I wanna be more real than all the others I wanna be more real than all the rest I wanna be so real, you can see the difference All of the places that we never went before All of the times that we never had They're dead in the past Dead in the past I wanna know how you see you The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth I am still waiting for the visions Possession has yet to take hold of me We all want to burn on a pyre So tell me what kind of witch are you The skin on your neck looks a little thin Don't go sticking it out for me Like a beggar with a cold cup to fill I am the dirt under your nails I wanna know how you see you The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth I wanna know how you see you The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth The finest attributes of an amputee Something to eat instead of what you need feed One day closer than the last No more or less dead than the last second past I wanna know how you see you The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth I wanna know how you see you The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth