Just another circleless pit
I couldn't bother to say
Throwing markers at ceiling fans
Wasn't drunk or enough to flinch
Just another circleless pit
I couldn't bother to say
Lose your blood to hear the sound
You want my head, my legs, my mouth?
I'm a moving target; it's just these things and I won't stop it now.
I'm loosing target, take some things but I- I won't stop it now.
Drag things out, torch the sound, crush the sound, it's started but it's still, falling through the cracks.
Shall I skip to the summer beat, slide the wall of baby teeth, I'm tired of youth and standing upright.
We can't hold this ship
There's blood spilling out
We took the blood
But never at all
And in then end
We can't hold this ship
There's "them" standing up
We Face all at once
Or never at all.
And it's standing! It--
And it's standing! It--
You think it's standing? It?
You think it's standing? it?