span along my heart's wit as you elude me from my reality i must've really lost it because i lust for yours and their anatomy i've aortic miscompositions and they're seldom exempt to just your smile or it's sound expell me of this octave fissure it's frightening to realize im being bound so quell me all this hold and adhere to my decision tell me as the tale is told tell me, "Nevermore.", and I'll drive the scalpel through the next incision