Automatic

 It's automatic but I planned it
Yeah I planned it...
I planned it all this way.
But you're a phase I'm dealing
Head pressed on the ceiling
A wound that won't stop bleeding
I'm bleeding from the head
From all the lies you've said.

Knock knock on my daydream
Like a twister in my mind
Eradicate the feeling
Like a bullet to the spine.
And in that moment I will find...

Silver and stardust...
Crimson and jade...
Emeralds and rubies...
Soft shades of Gray.

On your skin I lay this
out on display
A trail of kisses
So you'll know the way...
The way to infect me
With wonderful things
I'll dress you in diamonds
Then empty your dreams.