From where i stand i see all the pieces of the mirror    and i can connect the brain to the felt-tip pen.   From up above i see all your houses like boxes, crammed together,    and if i jump jump jump i know where i will land.       Stroboscope lights into my soul,    too much reflection to be fit for a home.    So i shut my eyes and i try to sleep    but there’s an echo echo echo inside of me.       i smelled like fish when i came out of the water    and i couldn’t stand the pain of my limbs starting to grow    and since that day i’ve had one eye looking to the river    and my strap-on emotions trying to piss my name into the snow.       Stroboscope lights into my soul,    to much reflection to be fit for a home.    So i shut my eyes and i try to sleep    but there’s an echo echo echo inside of me.