Synaptic sensors
Picking up on a new transmission
Don't think I've seen the likes of you
Not sure I ever wanted to
You look like bad news and it's not cuz you're gay
You just rub me the wrong way
Up to D (high)
And it makes me wanna say

Hey there little Libra
Please detach yourself from my world
Hey there little Libra
I'm curious but I'm not your girl
Hey there little Libra
You can't just take what's not on the table
Throw me on your scales and weigh my scars

Saw my face in half
Clone my every inhibition
A tangle of limbs and forked tongues
As two faces merge into one

Open up your mouth
Show me those flat ground teeth
You've entranced me before you could speak
Can't talk or move while you kiss my cheek

Hey there Little Libra
Please detach yourself from my world
Hey there little Libra
I'm curious but I'm not your girl
Hey there little Libra
You can't just take what's not on the table
Throw me on your scales and weigh my scars

I see the ads for your practice around town
Locked me in the stall with your crown
Twisted my sick sensitivities

Must be sleight of hand
With those interlocking patterns
On your faded magic deck

Thrill me with smoke and mirrors
Take me when I'm not looking
Make me your puppet
While you talk with my mouth

I've shattered your crystal ball you say
I'm thinking of you when I masterbate
My hands don't feel like my own
Cuz in my head your voice drones

Hey there little Libra
I'm detaching you from my world
Hey there little Libra
I'm curious but I'm not your girl
Hey there little Libra
You can't just take what's not on the table
Take me off your scales
I've healed my scars