Rise up nemesis
Dress me up in crazy
Point me to the front door
So that I can leave
Give me til the count of three
Seven eight nine
It's too crowded in my mind
To hear these numbers
What if they notice the air I breathe
What if they take it from me
Close my lips
They're not stealin shit
Standing in the silence of headlights
My antlers won't help me rise
I wanna be a kite
Not afraid of lightning bolts
Not afraid of a rising pulse
Spin and dive
Not quivering in the night
Tryin not to exhale
What if they notice the air I breathe
What if they take it from me
Close my lips
They're not stealin shit