(“Fine” has expired) I’m your life crashing pilot Board the most loving defect Guard down, enter absence:
What medicine could bring the end To means drenched in abstinence? I cannot accept cannot eject what I’ve let in I grab the thorns and turn the world red Blood on my hands, your tired eyes stare
You should run, you should run You should run far from here Far from here
You should run, you should run You should run far from here Far from here
Every killer has their motives I keep mine locked up in black boxes All the keys dissolved in my gut with the rest that you’ll never see
All I feel I’ve ignored to keep things safe for you Now all I feel I’ve explored Now nothing’s safe for you
So pure So infantile Cut my hands clearing tears off your smile