Museum Of Alone

Underneath
Blankets of skin that cover up what I can see
I'll be fine to be
When nothing goes to leave

Is it nothing though
Or is there a reason why I can't open the closed
Cause its dark, you know
Its a museum alone

But it's alright, you know
Nothing it could do to you
Cause I feel fine, you know
But do you really, though

I go
Where I know
I'll be alone
Cause least I know

How to go where I feel fine
And I don't need time

I need to know
So now I'll go in the attic

Blind reprieve
It's a perpetual interpretive deceit
Like a shiv, it bleeds
The point of disbelief

It's not alright to you
Nothing that it couldn't do
And you're not fine, you know
So where are you to go

I go
Where I know
I'll be alone
Cause least I know

How to go where I feel fine
And I don't need time

I need to know
So now I'll go in the attic