They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream, nice dream Nice dream

My heart is a weatherballoon caught in an updraft of a chinese tax percentage, the tax percentages are unequivocaaaaaaaaaal, Unequivocaaaaaaaaal. This is the sort of lyrics you could never think of, loser. Here's a razorblade go cut yourself

Amnesiac was written to make fun of senior citizens with alzheimers. I hate them and I wish they'd die.

I can't wait to die so I can be a skeleton and play my chest like a xylophone.

I don't really think of most non-English as people, more or less indigenous squirrels that I fancy to kick around with my snakeskin French Persian Boots

I am all the days that you choose to ignore.

When even your fans are writing to tell you to get a life, you know you need to listen.