Dragon lyrics

You don’t actually care

Love for you is no beginning

You’re not really there

Hallucination

I thought you were listening

Hallucination

I thought you were listening

Hallucination

I understand you think you’re above it

The adolescent sense of the sky

The feeling of billowing heartbeats

The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair

Hallucination

Hallucination

Oh you think you’re so special

That there’s no law meant for you

You come and go like the goddess you are

We’re mere mortals below

Fingertips run through your hair

We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons

Are meant to be servants

Are meant to be dismissible objects

One fucks with

One fucks with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak

The winner in caring

The winner in every miniscule method of wearing

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My, my caring for you

Caring for you

Do you think we’re a book

Some kind of a table

You can rest your feet on when you’re able

Red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you

Poor pitiful creature

To notice the pining

The self deprivation

The self flagellation of you

Dear worshippers

We do like you regal

We do like you haughty

We do love to look upon your perfect body

The hair on your shoulders

The smell of your armpit

The taste of your vulva and everything on it

We all really love you

And you have no meaning

You don’t even see us

You were never caring

You go do what you do

You do it for you

No one exists with you

You’re way above caring

Leave a trail upon the wake

That no one ever tries to take

Because waiting for you

Thinking of you

Is another way of dying

Is another way of dying

I’m clawing your chest

‘Til your collarbone bleeds

Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off

I scratch your face and bite your shoulders

Way above caring

Way above caring

And your Kotex jukebox

Your Kotex jukebox

I’m doomed, I’m swearing

Waiting for you

In your high heels and nightie

Your leather dress squeaking

Latex now sweating, waiting for you

In your tincture

Your opium white bathrobe

Your white tiles run red now

Are we both dead now?

The liquid exchange of our heart

The liquid exchange of our heart

Are we both dead now?

You’re way above caring

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring

My caring for you

My caring for you

You’re way beyond caring

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you

Oblivious to caring

Oblivious to caring

Oblivious to caring

Leave a trail upon the wake

That no one ever tries to take

Because waiting for you

Because thinking of you

Is another way of dying

You’re way above caring

Oblivious to caring

Oblivious to caring

You poor pitiful creature

The mistake of feeling

The one who rejects you is the winner,

It’s true

The winner in heartbreak

The winner in caring

The winner in every miniscule method of wearing

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve

My caring for you

We were meant to be peons

We’re meant to be peons

Mere mortals below

Meant to be servants

Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with

Oh, oh, oh you’re so special

No law meant for you

You come and go like the goddess you are

The fingertips run through your hair

A billowing heart beats

Feeling

Feeling

What a glorious feeling

To be so rejected

So rejected

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you

You think I’m a book or a table

You can rest your fuckin’ feet on

When you’re able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it

The hair on your shoulders

The smell of your armpit

We do love you, to look upon your perfect body

We love you regal

We love you haughty

Oblivious to caring

Oblivious to caring

Caring

Oh my dear

Oh my dear

Oh my dear

Oblivious to caring

Are we really dead now?

Are we both dead now?