Ake 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight Yeah! Heaven is a place hidden on your floor I'm falling off the carpet edge and it's a long way down, down I'll leave before the monuments of love, now I'm buried underneath them So baby, when I hold the dagger we can all hang out, but probably not No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway No one likes this anyway, anyway So, tell me what I want But only when I want Tell me what I want To hear (ahh!) You only see the dark side of my love (love) A fetish for the afterlife, and dead-end microphones, sharp enough to cut Now our lips are bleeding from the tires But you don't see the difference between The color of the dried blood in the rust, well so- Tell me what I want But only when I want Tell me what I want To hear (ahh!) So, tell me what I want But only when I want Tell me what I want To hear What if I told you I'm phasing out And I'm not wearing any skin? I hope you leave a scar And we just get deeper Heaven is a place we can't afford And life goes on, and on, and the peace feels nice Maybe I should find that I have a right cause- No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway No one likes this anyway, anyway Tell me what I want Only when I want Tell me what I want To hear Tell me what I want Only when I want Tell me what I want To hear