Appear, the skull, appear
And open up the sky
And comb your hair and gaze
Into your stupid eyes
Scrolling past the screaming
You raise the threshold high
Push the baby's breath
Straight from your mind
(Straight from your mind)

That's what it looks like
Losing all control
That's what it feels like
To lose your fuckin' soul

Razor blade
Not afraid

Assume the nodded pose
And reclaim your prize
Grab the baby fierce
And scoop out its eyes
Scrolling past the screaming
You raise the threshold high
Hark, the wings are clipped-
The rough beast replies
(The rough beast replies)

That's what it looks like
Losing all control
That's what it feels like
To lose your fuckin soul

Razor blade
Not afraid
Bed is made
Razor blade

No
No

That's what it looks like
That's what it feels like

No
No