Yang: As Private I’s P.M. Dawn

They always find you all the time...

I befriended my confusion quite some time ago
She tells me everything is gonna be alright (it's alright)
My senses make it real to me in all types of ways
But I'm so angry at my jealousy
That I hold it inside my heart like it's alright

Catapult my visions into realism's bosoms
Dreams prefer caesarian with plastic spoons and knives
That's what you get when your brain masturbates
There's no pleasure

So when I evacuate my intimate states
While screaming "Oh how sweet it is to be loved by you"
The dirty rats you shoot me in the ass
So I don't know what happens when I free my mind

Oh, the cuts that you create let me be the martyr
If I started to love you now, there'd be no end to you
Oh, pick up my embrace. It lives without a reason
Cause if I killed you now there'd be no end to you

Cure my house of cards she sends me tears from outer space
I'm wondering can I not enjoy the pains I find (it's alright)