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Trading my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile is sweeter when
The sky is blushing, too
Tell me how you ever thought of leaving your voice behind
I got no concept of a savior
There's nothing I could do
There's nothing I could do

There is something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise

'Cause in my mind I'm a ballerina
Straight off of Degas brush
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
In my life I'm just so angry 'bout everything I never got
So when I fall I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest

There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise
Make me wise
Make me wise

Hell
Blood raging
With darkness like twilight