function it will not slate barters a process stagnant and weary
shut my eyes dont look shove your face upon the wall hey you the falsetto start praying for daylight punch every wall this is knowing the will to die
i used to open my eyes before i experienced it concentrate i always saw in the corner of the room a small apparatus looking to kill me i closed my optics and saw the overwhelming presence haunting screaming the vision relief in capsule form i awoke and swallowed a thousand pills per second this is knowing the will to die
i knew you would come happy youre here now stay i want you to know incomplete is a common form incomplete is out eyes wide open wit no idea of a fucking soul theres no coming home i swear, its right here...
when pistons collapse its not supposed to work early morning, i want you to know contract to fiction, vision, i see your face
feel sensation but theres nobody there call out i know you are here
illusion of life has crossed the boundary i stand on the edge
i can figure it out there is way i find solutions when pistons collapse its not supposed to work