Turn on the gaslight
So I can see your design
Let me peel away your identity
You´re in my spotlight
I see the ghost in the clouds
In the quicksand
Leaves no evidence
Like a newborn face ready to imitate
You´re turning you into what you´re looking at
Place my world upon your shoulders
It’s too late
To walk away
I’ll take away your light
I´m preparing a world just for you
This is your new home
A beating womb
You never notice
As I rearrange your past
Every day the chain gets shorter
Turn on the gaslight I want to see your past
So I can separate you from yourself
I watch the tears fragment your eyes
In the quicksand
Leaves no evidence
You are an x-ray in my sky
Can only feel second-hand joy
I´ll place new flesh upon your bones
It’s too late
To walk away
I’ll take away your light
I´m preparing a world just for you
This is your new home
A beating womb
You never notice
As I rearrange your past
Every day the chain gets shorter