trauma whispers for a bomb
need something to replace
to break

do you dream of a funnier life
well sorry not sorry, all you have is me

all I see is a punching bag
all I see is a punching bag

**** it to hell
the angels don't know what they're grieving

easy release

do you count for it to come back
or you just wait

staring at me with those eyes!
i can't compare you

yet all i just wanna do is compel

choking the piano won't get me to your world

it's easy it's easy it's easy

planetariums can't be filled with carbon copies

and a moral interitus that purges and eats while it can

this city is drowned for who it is

did you dance for a chapter one
when all you get in the end is a plot twist that you don't understand