close your eyes you are almost asleep in my arms possessed by speaking in tongues i coughed my throat through my lungs bloodied and beating she once told me her game of life wasn't life i can't hold it together
i know it's hard if piece by piece you block the clock and then your beast it rages on it wont repair it's too far gone it'll always be there
we're going to speak in rhythm to the beat in our hearts. I'm tired of hearing this. (it's time to take my own. I'm not here)