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It's the sound escaping my little box.
I am sick just from how he talks.
As I spend the rest of my life swimming in clocks.
I want you to take noti..
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Half open and I'm still sitting.
Waiting for movement.
To tell me the clock is wrong.
Focus and try to release this color from the cage on top of..
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Do you feel sick?
When you look into the mirror without a smile to hide behind.
Are you okay?
To drive around without your heart making a rhy..
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Gasoline, dribble down my intentions. Leave me ready.
As I walk, keep it steady your already angry.
Because the simple fact of, it's just so ironic...
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When you made those words move, my heart began to stir.
Awakened by the knowledge that its your warmth.
Child like you, child I am, children we are ..
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Are we sick? Are we brutal misfits, misshaped by dramatics?
You could cut the smoke and count the rings to tell.
It's been going on for so long. Vis..
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Make that move, your already so close.
To being in the arms of what makes you happy.
I'm sick of watching you flinch from a distance.
You have th..
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Tired, I'm swimming in disappointment surrounding you.
With devilishly sonic sounds, dressing around you.
Constructing for the next empty hole, of w..
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Medicine, for the children beating themselves inside.
There is Molly flogging herself because she is not pretty.
"A little red but its okay." The pa..
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I can't talk to you. You make me puke out my ears.
Filling my mind with nonsense and noise of negativity.
Trigger the constant assembly of complicat..
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