A perfect seed for perfect soil I sometimes wonder what you thought you've coiled Volunteered with hopes and fear You almost steered away and clear Devotional and premature You shared with me your own pipe dreams Preconceived - false destinies You must've known, I'm not what I seem This strange, new fate has drained from you All you expect, all you can do And finally this circle bent It twist and turned to meet its end The perfect weed for this spoiling soil k**ing off its own mortal coil A lucid move slashed off the feed You must've known, I'm not a seed You tore this need away from me And left a hole for all to see Now I will steal what you can't be And fill this hollow void in me You tore this need away from me And left a hole for all to see Now I will steal what you can't feed You must've known, I have no need