Montaigne - Clip My Wings lyrics

You’re asking me To be kind to you Well, let me tell you something, dear That kind of game takes two Don’t talk of virtue Maybe they won’t hurt you I’m wrestling The air between the parts Of matter in my brain You make it all so hard Don’t talk of what you Think I did or did not do Put your strings on me Subtle puppetry Clip my wings and see Clip my wings and see Put your strings on me Nobody will see An energy Of threat and your despair Tells me to leave I don’t want to be here You’re salivating Over the mess you’re making Put your strings on me Subtle puppetry Clip my wings and see Clip my wings and see Put your strings on me Nobody will see Nobody will see Try me Fantastically I live inside a dream Reality Can not be what it seems Don’t move I’ll hurt you I’m devoid of virtue Put your strings on me Subtle puppetry Clip my wings and see Clip my wings and see Put your strings on me Nobody will see