You raise and I fall
You're like capital letters above
My vanishing bed
And I crawl through the canvas
And up to your storm of vengeance
And welcome your thorns in my chest
A green patch in the sun
And you reading a book about scars
How they tell the plot of your life
Much better than photos or stars
Or photos of stars
Oh you're my silent enemy, my dear
Oh, oh, oh, I owe all of my empathy to you
And I'll fly it to a gravid, rancid moon
Just to screw you up
Your evil sentences now mean something
But your blurred semblance
Oh your blurred semblance is a Royal Rumble
And it's hard for me to show it
On a free channel
Better turn it off
And just play Scrabble
But every word, well it just seems wrong
Like the very heart of this song
So I'd better spare my lies
And just take hold of the fact
That being part of your fandom
Is admitting I'm addicted to fem-dom
Oh you're my silent enemy, my dear
Oh, oh, oh, I owe all of my empathy to you
And I'll fly it to a gravid, rancid room
Just to screw me up