You ******* You love me like You're trapped you can't get out and tell me one more time It won't make a difference Biding time for nothing now You'll never find your place Wishing you could have my hand Needs replaced, a chased embrace
Like a massacre I watch them fall One by one they die Pale and lifeless bodies pile I stand near hearing "Wind the music, wind the music" But it never gets any louder And something tells me Everything has changed What has come to pass Was never meant to last.
Feeling the cool breeze, I opened a window Wearing nothing but a beater and I lie upon my mattress thinking "She's My Baby." I am never more comfortable than now When I smell the Earth and She belongs to me.
I am running out of words Nothing far from repetition Trekking where the map goes blank A leadless pencil, mute musician Dry as pages white and barren Empty echo, breathless lung Walking paths that lead to sirens Sing the song that can't be sung