From the recording Consider it a work of art

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I unite my friends
They hear me speak inside their heads
I bring all the answers
There is nothing I regret
I woke up all the dead
They bring me flowers when I sleep
My best friend is a demon
And my girl’s a withered rose

You say I’m slowly losing it
I hope one day you will believe me

This still feels like magic
And we all drown in euphoria
It’s where we go
The secret word make us disappear
Fear nothing

I believe your lies
They bring me comfort when I’m weak
I would not be here
If we all cared about the truth
Speak up, I can’t hear you
Do you have something left to say
Boy, I do respect you
But I can’t afford your trust