creating the sickness wasnt difficult if only see through my lines you knew i would never suffer but who held the chalice, and who had the malice?
you could never see trough the dark not like me with my x-ray visions i saw your shallowness in the light of day and the lies in everything what you say
but i never seemed to think that any of this would matter i punctured my flesh, i jumped into the stream i went over the falls for a ten minute dream
the years spilled by as dark as the beer the bloody water wash never did become clear and it tore apart the me from you your nose was bleeding, my arms black and blue
the final moments were not a surprise laughter evaded my bloodshot eyes as convulsed on that hardwood floor i did my best to make me no more
you stole my shit and i stole your life you cut out your soul with a cocaine knife absorbed in your membranes, dripping in your stream to float you away on a ten minute dream
it has to make sense for you somehow seeing is believing if you have blinders on you only care about whats on the road ignoring the trees please, please, please just let go