Break this fall by looking glass discreetly Strip away the flesh and bone that hold me tightly Take it all, the innocence of sleeping In diamonds rusted on my throne that kill me sweetly Spread these broken wings I wanted nothing more Than the pleasure you would bring An afternoon before The Everything Lay me down and burn your little fingers On my temple deep, I love the pain that lingers Let the TV sing with never ending strangers Pull me from this sleep and hide behind the rising sun Spread these broken wings I wanted nothing more Than the pleasure you would bring An afternoon before The Everything The newborn The lonely The ones who think they have it all The needle The sickness The friend you asked to take the fall The living dead The justified The pawn shop beggar swinging The fall from grace The rising tide While I consume the everything Spread these broken wings I wanted nothing more Than the pleasure you would bring An afternoon before The Everything