Testo di Mr. Centipede

Fill my heart, O, Mr. Centipede It's a shorthand for more, such spacious wonder I've been collecting the weight of birds I can't take this anymore, anymore I can't take this anymore I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright Locked in a basement, do you feel alright? Locked in a basement, do you feel alright? And my heart is the centrepiece Are we programmed for more or am I left to ponder How I've been collecting the weights of birds? I can't take this anymore You must be done, living life up on the shelf I want to take you off the map, please let me take you somewhere else You must be done, living life up on the shelf I want to take you off the map, please let me take you somewhere else I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright Locked in a basement, do you feel alright? Locked in a basement, do you feel alright? (You must be done, living life up on the shelf I want to take you off the map, please me take you somewhere else)