On the Subject of Turning Insane Lyrics


My self confidence has resigned 

Now I walk with indifference 

With my will and my fear 

Following me from a distance 

So presence please 

Make love to me 

Clean my head with nonsense 

You are a whore that I can afford 

Nobody wants my conscience


If I cannot open to what I love 

Then will it be gone, along with the sun 

That shines just slightly 

Upon anything I hope for 

I'm alone where dreams are born 

Where my eyelids hide your picture from the sun 

This stupid dolled up longing 

That I cough up every morning 


This is my skin you see 

Stretched all over me 

Tightened around so perfectly 

Exposed to other peoples eyes, 

Safety-pins, razorblades and knives