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

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

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

You must be done, living life up on the shelf

I want to take you off the map, please me take you somewhere else

I can't take this anymore

I'm a saint, yeah, I feel alright

Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?

Mr Centipede