Quantity of Light 2 = My Plight Lyrics

There's not a lot to say

I'm just dying to get away

Look to Pope's cube to find a clue

And I'm not looking back at you

'Cause there's no gentle thing today

Kick out my scheme and lock the door

There'll be no payback while I'm poor

I keep the lights out while I change

No part of me that isn't strange

Think this is what I had in store

I can see past twenty-four

Starved myself to fit a grave

I'm the O-T-H-H whore

Quantity of light to equal my plight

Quantity of light to equal my plight

Four nights when I was bright

I had me a little fight

Between my heart and loyalty

I can't find room enough to sleep

Think this is what I had in store

I can see past twenty-four

Starved myself to fit a grave

I'm the O-T-H-H whore

Quantity of light to equal my plight

Quantity of light to equal my plight

This is a ballad to my crueller side

This is an opera for my lesser side

The one that drives me and I cannot deny

That there's a pain in my left side

It keeps me high

It keeps me so high

If I can't bleed then I can't die

And what's the fun if I can't die

This is a ballad to my crueller side

Miles fading

Fading miles fade

It needs a jumpstart every time

I wanna keep it

I wanna blow it away

I forget through distance and night

Her amount of light equals my plight

Quantity of light equals my plight

Quantity of light equals my plight