Wouldn't you like to know
Everything at stake?
You gave into the pull too quickly

But ain't that just the thing
We have to please the flesh
You came across my mind
In a dream with

Pretty little fires
Objects of desire

And who would ever say
You're doing something wrong?
I tread upon the words so fairly

But even after all
Under the blood and veins
The truth will make its way
As it does with

Pretty little fires
Objects of desire

Pretty Little Fires

What hope does the world hold for us now?
Benjamin is longing for a passenger 
And I’m just a caged bird eating light 
Mourning some ending when I’ve just begun 

It's not like me to be wondering who I am
I’m thankful my mother still prays on behalf of my sins
With no one to alpha I’ll die with the rest of my pack
Ain't it like god to be silent when i never am

So show me the face you see in clouds
I’m nursing my failures for the hundredth time
And honest to goodness I'll sober up
Just for the praise and the accolades 

It's not like me to be wondering where you are
At least there's someone else keeping an eye on the moon
Trust me the flowers were placed on the shallowest grave
Ain't it like god to be funny when I never am

Passenger

Work your patience to the bone
The heavy hand at my expense
Your television eyes revolve
A final judgement lingers

And it will break me
For my own good
A dying art
That I can’t know

If your idols yield the fall
Would you part with their advice
A perfect measure, so divorced
Just a mother figure

That will break me
For my own good
A dying art
That I can’t know

Evilest Eye

Dying Art

Tear my conscience, I was born to isolate
Saw the pattern, gave it justice for awhile
Come to senses, pull the rug out underneath
Fear of trusting, put together my demise

I don’t want to be your puppet
I would rather die without it
You can’t meet me in the middle
I am resting into pieces

Fill my shadow, bury what you’ve given up
Trust your instincts, feel a headache on the way
Take me barren, I was never growing out
Soft in motion, I could see your self destruction

I don’t want to be your puppet
I would rather die without it
You can’t meet me in the middle
I am resting into pieces

Resting Into Pieces

I am forfeiting consciousness
For a taste of the grand design
At the mercy of bone and flesh
I just cling to a deeper truth

And I pray to the nicest god
Or I sleep with another her
And I try to ignore the lack
So it feels like there’s nothing wrong

And I do it again and again
And again and again

And I never feel satisfied
What are things that could bring me joy?
It’s the fortress of my own mind
I protect with the sharpest blade

And I’m always wishing others well
Even when I saw her with a man
I am growing into someone new
So I never have to be in love

And I do it again and again
And again and again

Bucoda