(Verse)
The moon is a sliver of cracked porcelain
Reflected in the ice of my glass,wearing thin
My armor's a dress,black and liquid as oil
I'm hunting for shadows the color of soil
He said I was atlas but my world is in shards
So I'm trading the weight for a new deck of cards
The dealer's a stranger with forgiving eyes
He doesn't know my name,and he's buying my lies
(Pre-Chorus)
So let the neon scripture write my new gospel
I'm building a church where the saints are apostles of the fall
And I'm the miracle they need,a beautiful, hollowed-out thing
(Chorus)
Oh, I'm a chandelier, swaying and bound to break
Drowning the silence in a golden lake
These jewels on my skin are just calibrated weights
Holding me down to a world that I hate
In the cathedral of the lost and the numb
I'm collecting regrets on the tip of my tongue
So take me to the altar of the temporary fix
Where the saints are just men who are good with their tricks
'Cause I don't wanna feel the weather in my bones
I don't wanna feel the ache in the unknowns
Operator, patch me through to God
Operator, is there anyone abroad?
I'm reporting a theft,my soul's been misplaced
You're asking for the coordinates to my own disgrace
Operator, I'm a satellite, spinning out of my head
I don't wanna feel a thing, I just wanna be read
(Verse)
The dawn is a threat, a slow-moving blade
So I'm painting the town with the choices I've made
This perfume's a weapon,a sweet, toxic cloud
And my laughter's a siren, impossibly loud
If you look close, you'll see the hairline cracks
In the porcelain doll on her daring attacks
But the music's a suture, the bass is a thread
Pulling me together'til the night is dead
(Pre-Chorus)
So let the neon scripture write my new gospel
I'm building a church where the saints are apostles of the fall
And I'm the miracle they need, a beautiful, hollowed-out thing
(Chorus)
Oh, I'm a chandelier, swaying and bound to break
Drowning the silence in a golden lake
These jewels on my skin are just calibrated weights
Holding me down to a world that I hate
In the cathedral of the lost and the numb
I'm collecting regrets on the tip of my tongue
So take me to the altar of the temporary fix
Where the saints are just men who are good with their tricks
'Cause I don't wanna feel the weather in my bones
I don't wanna feel the ache in the unknowns
Operator, patch me through to God
Operator, is there anyone abroad?
I'm reporting a theft,my soul's been misplaced
You're asking for the coordinates to my own disgrace
Operator, I'm a satellite, spinning out of my head
I don't wanna feel a thing, I just wanna be read
(Outro)
I am a fugitive in my own skin, a wanted poster fading thin
My heart's a locked room, I've thrown away the key
And every touch is just a theory of what used to be
So let the record skip, let the picture blur
Let this beautiful poison be my preferred cure
I am a masterpiece of ruin, a sonnet made of scars
Crashing my own party, from a balcony of stars
I'm losing the signal
Just data and noise
A beautiful, hollowed-out thing
The screen is glitching, a beautiful, blue
I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna
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