Lyrics What Mr. Cogito Thinks About Hell - Nonfiction

To get by
You lie to the doctors again
I′m alright
Just need another month on the 10s
Stay polite
So no one takes away
Your belts and your pens
Red eyes
Skyscraping with the birds
Flying by your head

You're on fire
And you don′t know
Don't know where you go
You're on fire
You can′t let it show
Don′t know where you go
You're on fire
And you don′t know
Don't know where you go
You can′t let it go

You wanted perforated walls
Like all the prodigal kids
Repeat serenity verbatim
Ineffectively hid
To imitate what they contain
Was there a promise within?
Banished children of Eve
Found their way back in
And the television taught you
How to figure it out
You can rearrange the words
Tell everyone about how
You pulled the thorns out of your side
And shaped them into a crown
And spent the rest of your life living it down

You're on fire
And you don′t know
Don't know where you go
You're on fire
You won′t let it show
Don′t know where you go
You're on fire
And you don′t know
Don't know where you go
You can′t let it go