To be an emotion actor, two broken strings attract her A groom, a face, a life-filled room Hesitate to throw a coin in, my wish could be a bad thing My mouth is just a mesh of drool I'm standing on a bridge, I won't get hit from this high up A talking fish comes as she moves I want to be like water, and never need a doctor, And carve the earth without my tools (Tool!) All of the things that I relate to well, like authors and painters Transparent paper dreams that float above me while I sleep To make the room more natural To think I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying