Text: Cadillac Blindside. These Liquid Lungs. Cheap Entertainment.

you say it's cheap entertainment honey. buried me alive, just to dig me up at night. oh, but i say it's poor death perception maybe. breaths all you can save. dreamt i was drinking on your grave, breathe deep. "use your illusions", just to make yourself. believe without confusion. the sleeping pills don't work the way they always did. and i'm here wide awake. your body, mind, and conscience ache. crime without reason. your lovers on their knees. "give me something to believe in", besides a push or shove there's something locked away. this ice pick just might find the loneliness that's is your mind