One device, I'll say it twice, I'm too much, I'm too much, come, burn it here
Cause too much, too much will leave you everywhere
I know where to die, no place to shove your sharpened heel
Looking, looking for a tight face in case you want to go
I know I'm feeling ill to the end
Calling the bus, talking so tough, couldn't lie to the ugly people fear
Who turns forever after, I'm just a man, to see who I am
I'm blind with my hopes and open the books, dirty black calls
Angel of Corpus Christi, you're so mystic, tell me what I wanna hear
I know I'm feeling ill, I know I'm feeling ill to the end
I know I'm never going, I know I'm never going
I know I'm feeling ill to the end
