Ive seen it turn from white to red

Ive heard you talk about how

you bleed and it doesnt mean shit

until I see some action a hint of

rose and a mountain of garbage

leaves me for dead and nothing drags me from

breaking myself

breaking myself to try to keep everyone

from walking over me

smell the burning wreckage of even you

all of your perfection lets get inside

the bag turn it 180 degrees

forget we even met cause it all comes

down to this the good ones always

leave in the end

breaking myself

breaking myself to try to keep everyone

from walking over me

I see the world and it all looks blue

I kiss the world and it all tastes true

The blurry eyes make me appealing

In a normal fashion another 2 or 3

you will become very friendly

your liquidation is a siren song

you swim I follow Im feeling my head sink

so as to reach and touch what hurts me

still I try to reach and touch what hurts me