if i called you by your name deserved a disguested look would soon return why disguise your given looks or make it up to match the books my glass is never full i m a natural in a world you can touch i m a natural there s no hope now there s no hope for you tempt me not to bring upon a list of truths you wish were wrong the terrafying twist of lies bestowed on those which you despise the double clicks will get your fix through all of this it s natural see i am one of those you seek a lesser form of you see i am one of those you seek you re the one who s built this jail see i am one of those you seek she s her torture she s her torture now