Like
A moth towards the dark
A magnet discharged
I'm pushed and pulled like plastiscine
And madness
Weighs Atlas-like on me
It's not personal
You just can't see me from up there

It only makes sense
That I don't
When nothing does

Hold your bastard son now
Lo and behold your bastard son now

Crooked
I'm bound to be reshaped
The cancer's elsewhere
So please consider me this time
I refuse
These unnatural blues
Collateral damage
I won't be smitten for your greed

It only makes sense
That I don't
It's only fair

Hold your bastard son now
Lo and behold your bastard son now
Hold your bastard son now
Lo and behold your bastard son now