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