those who are chosen do not ask why. if they ask say we don't care. when you're not here we're glad your there, we've still got our eyes in back. if they
sometimes our fingers speak louder than words (aggravates illness and passes through spit) I can see right through the back of your head. clearly. if
find a way to murder me...
All i wanted is just to feel high. Little black dots are floating in front of my eyes. Cracking and spinning. I feel high but I can't breathe, airplane
blood burns clean. i can piss gasoline. what you're willing to waste i can smell, almost taste. see these lights in my eyes. they record a life of crime
"Wednesday night has always been my night." she said, and no one had the heart to disagree. There was a knife in the drawer....There was blood on the
I've got the stages, everytime I try to touch you, that's what it's like. I've got the something. I can't even breathe, they built a shelf on my neck
Crazy Charlie did it again, lights out assholes. Sharp shiv. Knuckles knives. Lights out again. Stay alive (one more night). Calm precision, sharp incision
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'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
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
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
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