Passing by what's worth it, it all makes a bitter sense.
Sticky little liars, sticky little souls,
with a thirst for attention and a long mane of hair.
**** of, marrow and slurp the bone,
no no no no.
The pique of my attention,
is aroused, there's something beneath my bed,
it's gripping the sheets and ripping the threads,
extracting the blood from fingers,
it's making me sweat.
**** you demon I'm not ready for this yet!
Missteps are for the hungry,
mistakes for the reachers,
and I wouldn't **** up if I didn't try.
Liars you keep me in a rut,
sticky little liars.
Confuse me and I'll give up,
not anymore.
Stumble no more,
drifter, I saw you eat the words in your room.
Write on the wall, **** out the nonsense,
let the real stand raw.
And stopping, wont hurt me.
And stopping won't **** me.
And stopping will save me.
And stopping will help,
now, don't let me survive on my own,
help me surprise myself from time to time.
Don't be scared of what makes your heart loud,
don't be scared just be proud,
you can stand on broken feet now.
Picture me, one more time,
on a wire, one more time, make me stronger.
I've got my feet all scarred and here I stand
on the ground soaked with my blood,
now I wait.
