Simple words, they mediate,
We escape through the closet door
All the education, all the conversation
All the radient words
Oh, there's a hole
In the throne
Of her home
Leave, don't stay, no
I, I just might
Call the night
It's pure white
It's not my decision to choose
Set apart the meaning,
Set aside you're seemingly true, correct fronts
I want to see the soaring, I want to be the poor man
I want to be alive
We escape through the closet door
All the education, all the conversation
All the radient words
Oh, there's a hole
In the throne
Of her home
Leave, don't stay, no
I, I just might
Call the night
It's pure white
It's not my decision to choose
Set apart the meaning,
Set aside you're seemingly true, correct fronts
I want to see the soaring, I want to be the poor man
I want to be alive