Feasts

V1:

Imagine my surprise
Upon opening my eyes
In front of me is someone I don't recognise
Translucently clear
I realised my worst fear
I'm not the picture, I want to paint

Can I care for you?

CHORUS:

So how do you handle truth
I've something to say to you
Mother may I
What I'm feeding you
Is some kind of flavoured truth
Mother may I

V2:

Protected, never neglected
I've rejected ideals and everything
This is the notion in which I am clinging
Cause it's a 3 word lie with a kitchy twitch style
Borrowed when in doubt
Leave a sour taste in my mouth

CHORUS

MIDDLE:

Slow down
Slow down
I don't need to, go faster

CHORUS