Things can happen in an instant and things can go unnoticed and things can be blurted out without question I know i have no reason to to feel the
One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here trapped deep inside this white beast. We are it's hands we are it's blood. Cold streets
Breathe in this hell Taste how ugly it is Everyday the same faces that make death so inviting Questions endless questions With pointless answers White
From hours to days to years to death. these memories will outshine the rest. one thing is certain, death comes for us all. we are the ugly, the heartless
't hurt too much But I feel so terrible You tremble at my touch and I see you start to bend Your words begin to break Why am I so horrible Just a heartless
Let's learn how to be invisible and while we're at it we'll cut off off our ears and gouge out our eyes i'm sick of falling out of mouths i never wanted
