decisions are a vacuum
that drain what's in your head
and you expend 
what's left of you to tuck her into bed 
butler for a human vacuum 
pouting in itself 
she pushed you down and broke your crown and made you someone else

relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief
resentment swells 
to fill the wells 
where we drown our relief 
so if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they'll rejoice

sodden waif-slave
nine to [bad word] reprimand 
false empire you've built for yourself to be a family man 
The second head
They'll snap your visage
instead it looks like her 
thrown so much of yourself away
forgotten who you were

relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief
resentment swells 
to fill the wells 
where we drown our relief 
so if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they'll rejoice

you're like a man that has two heads 
and i have three or four 
it's likely we'll be growing more 
wound up the lattice of my neck and split into a fork 
vampire bat stuck to your neck is sucking all your blood
if you ask me three times 
i will answer you the same 
"Lord, you know i love you... 
though i said i didn't know your name" 
so when i finally make my choice, break my bones and they'll rejoice