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.