I've lost my brave   Been conned in faith   I've brought my break up to the surface into modern day   I'll pause and play and inch away from this technicolor episode.      Stemming from this juncture the simplicity of puncturing this   Rice Paper Heart   Rythms have been beating a staccato marching feeling on my   Rice Paper Heart      Mine eyes have seen the nighted ceiling   Maybe tonight I'll dream   And window-wipe my eyelids from the pooring rain   Damned in my face   Controlled by the ache of someone I'm not too familiar with.      Stemming from this juncture the simplicity of puncturing this   Rice Paper Heart   Rythms have been beating a staccato marching feeling on my   Rice Paper Heart      If I could consume you down, I would   Then you would always be around   You would, you would, you would.