I choke on time
Razors in my eyes
Sawing at my iris

Spit from my mouth into your wretched face
Your wretched face

Unchained
I'm done bleeding for you
And getting nothing but rain
Nothing but rain

You said that we'd be ok
And you said that I'd make it through
But look
Look at me now

My knees hurt from begging for mercy
My knuckles are sore from squeezing
And my head is a cage
And there's no key

The boy he wants you, he needs you
The boy, he wants you, he loves you
The boy, he wants you, he needs you
More than all

How does it taste to have my spit straight from my throat?
Does it taste like iron and vinegar?
How does it feel to salt the wound?
How does it feel to be you?

Bring a heavy light

What's to be of end if there's just sophistication?
What's to be of memories if there's no keeping them?

It hurts to be someone

When is the last time you checked the sea?
I don't remember

We want the one read on my neck

A head condemned to hang.

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