Lyrics:

My brain makes drugs to keep me slow
A hilarious joke for some dead Pharaoh
But now, not even the Masons know
What drug will keep night from coming

There are so many tools that made for my hands
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
And there's always someone to say it's easy for me
But I revenged myself all over myself
There's nothing you can say to me

You never held it at the right angle

Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't hold it

Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me "a miracle"?
I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more
Swallowed, waist-deep in the gore of the forest
A boreal feast, let me finish it, please
Cause I revenged myself all over myself
There's nothing you can do to me

You never held it at the right angle

Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't own it