Aerophobia

I've built a home out of sudden bliss I've built a home out of sudden bliss Inside a cacophony of this Inside a cacophony of this I'll pin you down in your own home My bloodied hands will stain your purity You looked much better in the glass Painter of lost boys, show your palms to me I've made a nothing out of this Still it sounds more alive than you'll ever be You'll ever be If this is what you want from me Let me concede that you have something there Something good I've built a home out of sudden bliss Inside a cacophony of this I've still made nothing out of this Inside a certain plane Of this Of this I've still made nothing out of this I've still made nothing out of this I've still made nothing out of this I've still made nothing out of this I've still made nothing out of this