Circus Circus Cellular Dystrophy
Your pressure acts as a double-edged sword
Your hands would put holes in my skin
I'll make them second guess instinct
Rise up to correct your posture, remove all bandages
Looks like we need a new face lift or just a new face
Does this urgency make you want to be wherever they go
Are you sick of filling your guts with alcohol, to drive
straight home and
Wake up expressionless screaming for me because I made
you whole
If concrete could fall straight through the ground
The air in your head would keep you afloat
Our anger can be the catalyst of our progression
I fought through this medication blackout
This isn't an issue about my loss
This is about your dirty sheets from the night before
This isn't an issue about previous loss, I'm loosing you
This isn't an issue about what could be, I'm loosing you
Allergic to innocence and free thought
I know that you're never coming home
