Everything that I own, could be anyone's
And everything that you touch falls apart
I am floating here under streetlights
In a fibre optic underground
I'll tell you what I saw
If it means you go away
I don't think you'll answer
It'll cut you with the scorn
Whilst the rope begins to break
I don't care how much you know
This is over-capacity
But I like the crush
So I work even harder
Or maybe too much
The holes in my skin will take all of this in
I'm an organ donor for a machine
Press the key
Press the key
Press the key
I'll tell you what I saw
If it means you go away
I don't think you'll answer
It'll cut you with the scorn
Whilst the rope begins to break
I don't care how much you know
My Abulia
My Abulia
My Abulia