All these thoughts and things that I’ve missed, I can see the police lights flashing down at the end of my street. Weighing out phrase and hoping for self control, Life is slipping through my fingers faster than I can hold. All these days and things that I’ve missed, you know I can see the difference between me and them. All these things, the questions we form. I can see the difference between havin it, thinking red. You know I’ve seen it a thousand times before and I’m damned to see it a fucking thousand times again, but nothing else seems to really matter, when you’re dealing with it. Pain-makes you feel, shut your fucking mouth. You know I’ve heard it a thousand times before and, all these things that we hide you know that I can see guaranteed fucked up genocide. Modest things they’re breathing down your back, I can see the dynasty I can see it festering there. Its like a slow time whether the weather is sunny or not, its always dark in my mind and the window always stays shut. Showed you things so do you, everything is frequency how do you hide yourself. We all dream in our glorified filters, greeted if I were sick with nothing learned at all. Culture features hate speeches, I’m not understanding when were all the same we are people. All these things and thoughts that threes might hide, why are you hiding why cat you fucking see. Fucking I can see it fail and it comes right back around and it turn again and again and again. And were doin it. Pain-makes you feel, shut your fucking mouth you know I’ve heard it a thousand times before and, All these things that we hide you know I can see the difference between you and I. All these things these emphatic clauses and phrases, I can see the difference between honesty and fucking, My reasons don’t do this to yourself there’s no rhyme and no reason and were calling you out. Fright, rhyme or reason don’t do this to yourself, all the things that I’ve ever asked for and were calling you out. Pain, rhyme or reason don’t do this to yourself, up and down you kick me, stab me recreating how you hate me. My reason, don’t do this to yourself. Kick me, stab me, break me, hate me. I cant pick, I cant think. My reason, don’t do this to yourself, kick me, stab me, break me, hate me. I cant take I cant play. Pain