They are my weakness. Everything that we believed is dead.
You’re only comfortable in that zone because they never wanted you to think that there was better.
I can never get back what I chose to throw away.
We won’t forget its entrancing stare, as long as we recall its grip.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve has become just too messy for me.
Just lie to me. “I’ll always love you.”
The word has promised life, yet you condemn billions, billions to die.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
The way that you left me is alright, it’s alright. If I argue the point then we yell and we fight, and I won’t be home for the rest of the night. You might hate my words, but you know that I’m right.
I’ll stay hanging above your head like the sword of Damocles. I’ll hunt you with everything I’ve got.
For years I’ve been biting my fucking tongue. Now the blood is filling up my mouth; before I choke I have to spit you out.
Sometimes you don’t need to use super meaningful lyrics. It’s perfectly fine to go with a BLECH
Run, if you think it will save you, as you are hunted one by one.