Evening news is coming out my ears

My splitting head cracks open every fifteen minutes

I read the newspapers review so how did you think you'd do?

Another standing ovation I'm sure, something that you can hold on to

And I can just picture you in that big empty house all alone

Listening to the heavy breathing on the other end of your telephone.

So turn on all of your lights and do what you must to survive

Stay close to the floor and don't make a sound

Cause the bender of my truth

And nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you.

My dark can cut through molted rock

But it gets burned when it tastes decent-ion come through these wires

And you probably don't notice it but shocking pulling at the roof of your mouth

I, I can taste it, I can feel it when I, when I talk to you

I can feel it too.

Turn off all of the lights and hope that you're safe tonight

My eyes are now shields to the benders of pride

Sneak up to see through the darkest nothing, nothing, nothing to find you

And nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you,

Nothing can hurt you.