I traveled round the world
I never met a star
I never found a soul to know

And ooh all these fake angels
Scratching walls in the
bedroom down the hall
And ooh all these dead
spiders in the basement
With their legs [bad word] off I need

Put me in a box
Fold me like a shirt
This is who you are It hurts

But you got inside my head
This is not a dream
These are not my meds I scream

And ooh all these fake angels
Scratching walls oh my god
they're in the hall
And ooh it is hard to see the exits
With your back against the door, oh

No, you´re a cage call my body
And oh what a [bad word] joke to you and
And oh my god I must stop my body
And this is what you said
I was just in the room
And ooh this is the end
Ooh this is the end
Ooh this is the end
Ooh this is

And ooh all these fake angels
Scratching walls in the
bedroom down the hall
And ooh all the young
sparkle leaves arrived
On a plane to paradise, yeah