Take the car, and turn it into our alibisdiscard the body, pop some pills and you’ll be findPurge, then binge, restart and, insert the suturesTurn off the lights, I’m watching back to the futureBefore we go to far I wont let you take this lightBreath in all mistakes without coming clean into hobbling faith. no one I wanna knowCause we laughed at assimilationIs this surreal tonight? Well go for all these winsIs this surreal tonight ill go far and ill rideGo on a brush me off. Brush me off brush me offWaltzing right into the bankThey said that you have got a map of my insidesPurge, then binge, pop some pills and you’ll be fineStay back from our lungsComing off the lie I will separate. it only looks only looks so far well fill these holesNow I am youRemove the ribs if you can’t lean sidewaysI thought my words would have mass appealCosts your life, sly as alwaysI thought my words would have mass appealCover your eyesI’ve stabbed you in the backyou stop this, I can’tplease stop meright hereI wont do this againI can’t do this, I love youfor all of this shitwhy, why, Help