Only Confessabear Knows My Darkest Secrets

Everything you told me is like the bible
Contradictions on every fucking page
Your appearance is so translucent
I see right through your walls day by day

A gentle fire in the yard by the ghastly house
I'm seeing visions kindled by a hospital's program to de-louse
Gray skies, twisted clouds, instill my phobias strong
A gilded chorus among the field will sing their mournful song

These twisted visions are real
I swear to you I can truly feel.