Decisions are a vacuum 
 that drain what's in your head 
 and you expend 
 what's left of you to tuck her into bed 
 butler for a human vacuum 
 pouting in itself 
 she pushed you down and broke your crown and made you someone else 
    relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief 
 resentment swells 
 to fill the wells 
 where we drown our relief 
 so if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they'll rejoice     
 sodden waif-slave 
 nine to five 
 ruthless reprimand 
 false empire you've built for yourself to be a family man 
 The second head 
 They'll snap your visage 
 instead it looks like her 
 thrown so much of yourself away 
 forgotten who you were   
 relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief 
 resentment swells 
 to fill the wells 
 where we drown our relief 
 so if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they'll rejoice   
 you're like a man that has two heads 
 and i have three or four 
 it's likely we'll be growing more 
 wound up the lattice of my neck and split into a fork 
 vampire bat stuck to your neck is sucking all your blood 
 if you ask me three times 
 i will answer you the same 
 "Lord, you know i love you... 
 though i said i didn't know your name" 
 so when i finally make my choice, break my bones and they'll rejoice