Lyrics:

A perfect seed for perfect soil
I sometimes wonder what you thought you've coiled
Volunteered with hopes and fear
You almost steered away and clear

Devotional and premature
You shared with me your own pipe dreams
Preconceived - false destinies
You must've known, I'm not what I seem

This strange, new fate has drained from you
All you expect, all you can do
And finally this circle bent
It twist and turned to meet its end

The perfect weed for this spoiling soil
Killing off its own mortal coil
A lucid move slashed off the feed
You must've known, I'm not a seed

You tore this need away from me
And left a hole for all to see
Now I will steal what you can't be
And fill this hollow void in me

You tore this need away from me
And left a hole for all to see
Now I will steal what you can't feed
You must've known, I have no need