i am so tired of being a sweetheart too.
why should i deny my animal insides..
i wanna be a wild thing too..
So your sick of being the good guy huh?
what the hell does that mean?
You're just as sane, you have arteries and veins,
you're just as human as you seem..
no.. i'm not, i'm different, you've noticed surely
that i'm not as human as they can be,
i plead and beg, i have a tail and four legs..
clearly i am a wild thing..
Listen to yourself, you are a boy..
you stand upright just like they..
You haven't a tale, nor a furry tail
and you've been sane all your days..
but it seems as if you're wasting away..
You are human, boy, not a monster
no matter how badly you want to be.
They're human, so are you, they've humanity and you do too,
you're just a human without me..
..but with me you can finally be free..
i know, and i see you everyday in me
but i don't know how it's done,
i cry and i pray, that you'd come and you'd stay,
she shouldn't have all the fun,
..i too want to see things undone..
she tells me it's not so great, that i'd hate it
but i love the way her mind works, so of course i don't believe..
because i know that with you, i too can see through
dementions.. and all of reality..
with you i know i can see through..
Boy.. you don't want me.. but i want you,
you have a perfect mind..
You're sharp and cunning, and devilish and funny..
and you're giving up on your kind..
..and you're losing your mind..
Perfect..
so here i am, envying the dead and the damned
waiting for you to come through..
..dementia.. where are you..
...
Look behind you..
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