I feel like a hoodlum standing outside a memorial 
With cans of neon lit paint in my backpack 
Complimented by a small armies worth of explosives 
Ready to set hell on a beloved artefact with my insignia 
All to quell my impulsive decisions 

Yeah, that’s how I feel right now 
When your perched upon my mattress in the afternoon 
With the slits in my curtains raining on your skin 
Showing just how perfect your design really is 
Each curve tailor made to my exact specifications 
Each imperfection made to compliment your excellency 
Laying my grubby fingers upon you now 
Would be the worst fucking crime I could conceive 
Like rubbing grease all over a Mozart sheet 

I just wanna die 
If it means I can cower out of this mess 
Run for the hills before I poison you anymore 
Your flying with angels on pale light nights 
And I’m greasing the gears behind the scenes 
Please just pull the trigger and leave for good 

As I continue to deface your form even more 
You permit my ascension to the sacred place 
The fumes starts to slowly creep inside of me 
I start to hear the taste of each bead of sweat 
As it tunnels into the folds of my mind 
I can’t feel the guilt I should be 
I can’t feel anything anymore 
You don’t deserve this, not even for a second 
I can only provide a fraction of what you deserve 
Olympians soaring from the coast docking on Clacton’s shores
Travelling from miles on end just to get a glimpse 
Of that smile on your lips 

I just wanna die 
If it means I can cower out of this mess 
Run for the hills before I poison you anymore 
Your flying with angels on pale light nights 
And I’m greasing the gears behind the scenes 
Please just pull the trigger and leave for good 
Don’t shoot for bronze when you can get gold 
Without even trying