Delicate, Petite & Other Things I’ll Never Be

I wanna be more real than all the others

I wanna be more real than all the rest

I wanna be so real, you can see the difference

All of the places that we never went before

All of the times that we never had

They're dead in the past

Dead in the past

I wanna know how you see you

The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth

I am still waiting for the visions

Possession has yet to take hold of me

We all want to burn on a pyre

So tell me what kind of witch are you

The skin on your neck looks a little thin

Don't go sticking it out for me

Like a beggar with a cold cup to fill

I am the dirt under your nails

I wanna know how you see you

The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth

I wanna know how you see you

The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth

The finest attributes of an amputee

Something to eat instead of what you need feed

One day closer than the last

No more or less dead than the last second past

I wanna know how you see you

The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth

I wanna know how you see you

The world is not enough, I want your brutal truth