ROBOTS GO BEEP!
Only Confessabear Knows My Darkest Secrets
Everything you told me is like the bibleContradictions on every fucking pageYour appearance is so translucent I see right through your walls day by dayA gentle fire in the yard by the ghastly houseI'm seeing visions kindled by a hospital's program to de-louseGray skies, twisted clouds, instill my phobias strongA gilded chorus among the field will sing their mournful songThese twisted visions are realI swear to you I can truly feel.
From Letras Mania