Carton Aesthesis (o Portão)

Acquiesce to truly have an aesthesis
Being true to you is always thrills
Reality’s become a trauma artist
I’m choosing now to not hate-watch
Regrets want to stage lives
Now that I’ve vowed to save you from this awful place
Our ears burn at the sound of my name
'Cause when they look at me babe
I know what they see
I know how they see me
I know what they see
I know how they see me
When they look at me
I know how they see
I know how they see
I know what they see
I know how they see me