It’s like I took out my mind.
I have a sick sense of right.
Beloved doctor.
Now.
Just a simple case.
It’s just a simple case of sane.
The things I hide.
The things I lie on.
The thing you pry.
Out of me, in the end.
The things you take.
Those things will break.
The stars are pulling.
Out of me, in the end.
I have a vendetta for all non-believers.
I have a hate that takes up all my time.
Superstitions are becoming more wasted.
The sirens.
I can’t just stand and wait for commission.
There is a ache with no place to go.
Hiding my face from my friends and family.
They heard the sirens again.
I had you.
Just lock and then load.
I saw you,
on the corner of Willow and fourth.
Believe me.
I still have no place to go.
I had you.
I had you now let’s go.
I have a vendetta for all non-believers.
There is a ache with no place to go.
I can’t just stand and wait for commission.
I can hear the sirens.
I have a hate that takes up all my time.
I tried to stop but I killed all my friends.
Silence and cruelty is getting the best of me.
