Can you feel a little love?
As your bony fingers close around me, long and spindly, death becomes me.
Heaven, can you see what I see?
Hey, you pale and sickly child, your deaf and living retcons,
I've been walking home a crooked mile.
Pain, death to come and your body far alive in.
What you take won't kill you, but care for what you give in.
There's no time for hesitating, pain is ready, pain is waiting,
primes do its educating.
I'm wanted uninvited, can it creeps beneath your crawling skin?
It lives without, it lives within you.
Feel the fever coming, you're shaking and twitching.
You can scratch all over, but that won't stop you itching.
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on.
Blame it on your karmic curse or shame upon the universe,
it knows its lines as well reversed.
It sucked you in, it dragged you down to where there is no hologram,
where holiness is never found.
Pain, death to come and your body far alive in.
What you take won't kill you, but care for what you give in.
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on.
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on.
Dream on, dream on.
Dream on, dream on.
