You know that I will always love you You know that I will never die You know that I will always love you You know that I will never die I got something i need to tell you I think i am losing my mind I wake up to all kinds of sirens Grit my teeth and lose of time I think I've found a type of thinking (thinking) brings me close To losing touch (close to losing touch) dreams turn green then Turn real then orange and real spits me out into a dream I got something i need to tell you I think I am losing my mind I moved out and became a writer Mother, father, liver in time But I wake up to all kinds of sirens Grit my teeth and lose sense of time While Milo writes the sign of the cross With blood he drained while Neil's alive It's a strange idea Something blooms from dead orange peels It's neither negative or positive It's just a thing that is such a strange idea