Your image lies on a pedestal
But I don’t know what to do with you
I’m a naked aberrance
Defenceless, deep-fried
Behind the times I
Don’t know what to do with you
You belittle my corrupt craft
I’m out of your theory of evolution
And you know I have my escape ladder
(you’ think you’re right)
And my erratic sensations, they ejected me from your life
There must be a way to untie my heart
From yours, you’re out of tune
I am made of senseless full moon
Overthrown, comfortable
Confessions, marks-missed, no choices
Accumulated infatuation
A pagan boy after a sanctuary
Your heart, it isn’t anymore
'Cause I have my escape ladder
I have my escape ladder
(You think you’re right)
i’m out of the theory of evolution