my tongue to stop from confessing my crimes and these conversations are wearing me down what did my patience prove if it's just another bed of nails always the silent treatment
a long shot. the liar is the only one who spills his guts. we all swallow your words like starving dogs. we eat it up. hell of a scam. you pulled the
you tried to cover your tracks but I caught on to you they found your ear in a jar, your bones in a bag, in the back of the room when they pulled the
battered and courageous all eyes on you we made you some kind of god of war on your back awaiting constant salivation straight from the snuff film cutting
made a pact not to sleep through the end. all of the dreamers are stuck in their beds. fight off the attraction to always play dead I'm tortured by white
collect your bones. man did you hear the news. the boy's back in town and he reeks of the blues warm welcome home to the bitter truth. so someone spiked
welcome to the end of the night where everyone reeks of stale smoke dirty jokes. stop me if you've heard this one the ransoms over where's my cut? skewered
and then there was one with sharpened grin a home I was never meant to find. the wound was exposed and I fell in a curse I was blessed with as a child
the plague. it came and stole my good fortune away it's not the end, it's just judgement day. crossed off the list. I must have some nerve how could
when you find me pinned beneath the wreckage call off your sirens call of your search everything is quiet on fire everything is warm inside the glow
I traced your shape and counted the days and you just erased me. I hit the ground and I make no sound as your heels pierced me. I scarred my face to
