If my senses won't come to me 
I better come to my senses 
But I can't 
I'm too scared of being scared 
Like saving cancer-mice from labs 
Or half-eaten flies from cobwebs 
No sense of reality 
Or of concequence 
Come come... 
Oh don't bother 
I'll just embrace myself 
And while 
I'm at it 
I'll just lift myself up by the hair 
I'm not here 
So you've all gathered here 
To knock some sense into me 
Go away, can't you see 
I'm busy Dying of fear of dying? - 
Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to think like you 
Well, they don't so shut up 
Well I've got a candied heart 
But I'm afraid to use it 
So what more can 
I do Than entertain my demons 
In this comic tragedy called life