From where i stand i see all the pieces of the mirror
And i can connect the brain to the felt-tip pen.
From up above i see all your houses like boxes, crammed together,
And if i jump jump jump i know where i will land.
Stroboscope lights into my soul,
Too much reflection to be fit for a home.
So i shut my eyes and i try to sleep
But there's an echo echo echo inside of me.
I smelled like fish when i came out of the water
And i couldn't stand the pain of my limbs starting to grow
And since that day i've had one eye looking to the river
And my strap-on emotions trying to piss my name into the snow.
Stroboscope lights into my soul,
To much reflection to be fit for a home.
So i shut my eyes and i try to sleep
But there's an echo echo echo inside of me.