Bits of other people [bad word] into me
They say you know just who you are
I am getting pulled into shadows that surround
I see you sitting on your cold star

Help me I'm merging into all
I used to dream I was this tall
My new eye is opening up to black and gold
Everything is turning out the same
Everything is turning out the same

When [bad word] down there are buzzes in my ears
I can feel them floating around
All the walls are shaking
'Cause they were never real
Sweet to see things falling apart
Help me I'm merging into all
I used to dream I was this small
And my new eyes opening up to black and gold
Everything is turning out the same
Same same same same same same same same...

All the walls are shaking
'Cause they were never real

Help me I'm
Same same same same same same same same...