Lyrics:

Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows Becoming A piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything you felt Some cling to A cross because they're tired and lost They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness Familiar to the image of the artist Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here But here I am, thinking about death again Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin To let them know I love them all to the end And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream 'Love your life!' Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers I never expected a bowl of cherries I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary And when I let them carry me to a cemetary I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity (Chorus) Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius How many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangl