Try to draw that day. Puts maps on a page. Anything to bring it back, moves it all away. Tell it like an accident. 100 in the shade. Banks are dripping
we're starting over, reset and counting down. now two keys are turning from stations underground. and if we made you feel this wouldn't it be seen as
I don't know why, I know where the pieces go. suddenly everything makes so much sense we lay our backs across your fence, feels like i'm almost human.
I want to hear you try to help me. I want to see you try to save me. I can feel it in my hands every time i dial. Oh dear god help me please because i
I'll tear your fucking heart out, you bastard Get ready to die. Tell me how does it feel? I've got the knife in my hand and I'm pushing it in. You liar
I don't owe you anything. The scars, the skin, the needle pushing in. Pins are pounding, breaking free. I'm already low. Can you send me anything at all
Try to stab me, motherfucker. You can't hit what you can't see. All these lights are blinding me. Let's go. Let's do it, you sack of shit. Try to kill
to sink so high desperate emanations, lamp light in the eye held your heart, fingers in the cavity all alone in the dark alone, we'll sail away, we'll
say something and let it go. more lines for crossing over everyday. it feels so good to let it go. saves me from those thoughts inside my head. feels
take one for the team. cool kids know what I mean. can still stand up we're in control through losing blood from every hole. that's how it happens. it
five weeks couldn't break me. couldn't cut through this skin. no matter how hard you tried. you still couldn't get in. i can't feel it. i can't taste
I'm going to die if they play that song again. If they play it one more time I swear to god I'll die. Can't stand this situation. Change that fucking
I'd rather be your coffin than your pillow because we press through flesh we break the skin. we push back through the skin. we chew through what we're
Your radio can't hear me. You turn me down and tune me out. You signal can't reach me, your station can't feel me. The signal, the station. The last 20
take heart attacks without cracking a smile and we learned from the guys who always get it right and if you lift us up you'll always let us down. when
fuck you too. dead. can you feel it when the blood runs out? like it just did. white knuckles. can you feel it? fuck you too. fuck you dead. i said it
I've got talking sickness. Laredo number nine. I pull the pages over the line. Can you hear me? There's something wrong with me, I can't talk, I can't
tell me can you see these tears in my eyes. are they cameras picking up the dying inside? needles last night did they stitch or did they stab.? as long
