It's tile in kitchen a cut incision

How painful is our hate

Did you mistake me for a friend for a

Wooden table a child's ladle

Surprised at what you've learned

It seems you have earned what you control

What you control what you control what you control

Well we all belong somewhere

It seems we all belong right here

Yeah we all belong to something my dear

What better something than our fear

I left through our kitchen window

Cut my foot along the way

Saw my skin turn from red to yellow

And my pupils turn stone grey

'Cause it's tile in kitchen a deep incision

How painful is our fate

Did you mistake me for a friend for a friend for a

Bright new morning a childhood story

A memory I never ever had

Or are you still mad about who you are

About who you are about who you are

About who you are