You don’t actually care
   Love for you is no beginning
   You’re not really there
   Hallucination
   
   I thought you were listening
   Hallucination
   I thought you were listening
   Hallucination
   
   I understand you think you’re above it
   The adolescent sense of the sky
   The feeling of billowing heartbeats
   The fingertips run through your hair
   
   They run through your hair
   Hallucination
   Hallucination
   
   Oh you think you’re so special
   That there’s no law meant for you
   You come and go like the goddess you are
   We’re mere mortals below
   Fingertips run through your hair
   We are mere mortals below
   
   Are meant to be peons
   Are meant to be servants
   Are meant to be dismissible objects
   One fucks with
   One fucks with
   
   Poor pitiful creature
  
   The winner in heartbreak
   The winner in caring
   The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
   Your heart on your sleeve
   A red star of idiocy
   
   An idiot’s idiocy
   My, my caring for you
   Caring for you
   Do you think we’re a book
   Some kind of a table
   You can rest your feet on when you’re able
   Red star of idiocy
   An idiot’s idiocy
   My caring for you
   Poor pitiful creature
   
   To notice the pining
   The self deprivation
   The self flagellation of you
   Dear worshippers
   
   We do like you regal
   We do like you haughty
   We do love to look upon your perfect body
  
   The hair on your shoulders
   The smell of your armpit
   The taste of your vulva and everything on it
   We all really love you
   And you have no meaning
   You don’t even see us
   You were never caring
   
   You go do what you do
   You do it for you
   No one exists with you
   You’re way above caring
   Leave a trail upon the wake
   That no one ever tries to take
   Because waiting for you
   Thinking of you
   Is another way of dying
   Is another way of dying
  
   I’m clawing your chest
   ‘Til your collarbone bleeds
   Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off
   I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
   Way above caring
   Way above caring
   And your Kotex jukebox
   Your Kotex jukebox
  
   I’m doomed, I’m swearing
   Waiting for you
   In your high heels and nightie
   Your leather dress squeaking
   Latex now sweating, waiting for you
   In your tincture
   Your opium white bathrobe
   Your white tiles run red now
   Are we both dead now?
   
   The liquid exchange of our heart
   The liquid exchange of our heart
   Are we both dead now?
  
   You’re way above caring
   Your heart on your sleeve
   A red star of idiocy
   An idiot’s idiocy
   My caring
   My caring for you
   My caring for you
   You’re way beyond caring
   Your heart on your sleeve
   A red star of idiocy
   An idiot’s idiocy
  
   My caring for you
   Oblivious to caring
   Oblivious to caring
   Oblivious to caring
   Leave a trail upon the wake
   That no one ever tries to take
   Because waiting for you
   Because thinking of you
   Is another way of dying
   
   You’re way above caring
   Oblivious to caring
   Oblivious to caring
   You poor pitiful creature
   The mistake of feeling
   The one who rejects you is the winner,
   It’s true
   The winner in heartbreak
   The winner in caring
   The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
   Your heart on your sleeve
   A red star of idiocy
   An idiot’s idiocy
   Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve
   My caring for you
   We were meant to be peons
   We’re meant to be peons
   Mere mortals below
   Meant to be servants
   
   Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
   Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
   No law meant for you
   You come and go like the goddess you are
  
   The fingertips run through your hair
   A billowing heart beats
   Feeling
   Feeling
   What a glorious feeling
   To be so rejected
   So rejected
  
   An idiot’s idiocy
   My caring for you
   You think I’m a book or a table
   You can rest your fuckin’ feet on
   When you’re able
   
   The taste of your vulva, everything on it
   The hair on your shoulders
   The smell of your armpit
   We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
   We love you regal
   We love you haughty
   Oblivious to caring
   Oblivious to caring
   Caring
   
   Oh my dear
   Oh my dear
   Oh my dear
   Oblivious to caring
  
   Are we really dead now?
   Are we both dead now?