OPERATOR

The moon is a sliver of cracked porcelain

Reflected in the ice of my glass,wearing thin

My armor's a dress,black and liquid as oil

I'm hunting for shadows the color of soil

He said I was atlas but my world is in shards

So I'm trading the weight for a new deck of cards

The dealer's a stranger with forgiving eyes

He doesn't know my name,and he's buying my lies

So let the neon scripture write my new gospel

I'm building a church where the saints are apostles of the fall

And I'm the miracle they need,a beautiful, hollowed-out thing

Oh, I'm a chandelier, swaying and bound to break

Drowning the silence in a golden lake

These jewels on my skin are just calibrated weights

Holding me down to a world that I hate

In the cathedral of the lost and the numb

I'm collecting regrets on the tip of my tongue

So take me to the altar of the temporary fix

Where the saints are just men who are good with their tricks

'Cause I don't wanna feel the weather in my bones

I don't wanna feel the ache in the unknowns

Operator, patch me through to God

Operator, is there anyone abroad?

I'm reporting a theft,my soul's been misplaced

You're asking for the coordinates to my own disgrace

Operator, I'm a satellite, spinning out of my head

I don't wanna feel a thing, I just wanna be read

The dawn is a threat, a slow-moving blade

So I'm painting the town with the choices I've made

This perfume's a weapon,a sweet, toxic cloud

And my laughter's a siren, impossibly loud

If you look close, you'll see the hairline cracks

In the porcelain doll on her daring attacks

But the music's a suture, the bass is a thread

Pulling me together'til the night is dead

So let the neon scripture write my new gospel

I'm building a church where the saints are apostles of the fall

And I'm the miracle they need, a beautiful, hollowed-out thing

Oh, I'm a chandelier, swaying and bound to break

Drowning the silence in a golden lake

These jewels on my skin are just calibrated weights

Holding me down to a world that I hate

In the cathedral of the lost and the numb

I'm collecting regrets on the tip of my tongue

So take me to the altar of the temporary fix

Where the saints are just men who are good with their tricks

'Cause I don't wanna feel the weather in my bones

I don't wanna feel the ache in the unknowns

Operator, patch me through to God

Operator, is there anyone abroad?

I'm reporting a theft,my soul's been misplaced

You're asking for the coordinates to my own disgrace

Operator, I'm a satellite, spinning out of my head

I don't wanna feel a thing, I just wanna be read

I am a fugitive in my own skin, a wanted poster fading thin

My heart's a locked room, I've thrown away the key

And every touch is just a theory of what used to be

So let the record skip, let the picture blur

Let this beautiful poison be my preferred cure

I am a masterpiece of ruin, a sonnet made of scars

Crashing my own party, from a balcony of stars

I'm losing the signal

Just data and noise

A beautiful, hollowed-out thing

The screen is glitching, a beautiful, blue

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna

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