We're all looking at this.
Tonight is the time for a public,
Display of the way I really am.
Turning your possesions into minor,
Bits of useless shit,
I find that each time I do,
This I feel more and more at home.
Your falling faster into a deep,
Catastrophe of canyons,
Waiting to feel the smashing,
Of every one of your bones.
There is no way to keep you.
Clear of the two minute drop,
Where I hear the sound,
Of your body shattering a windshield.
There are different ways,
To feel the same,
Yet I know that there is only,
A small chance at life, mostly death.
Display of the way I really am.
Turning your possesions into minor,
Bits of useless shit,
I find that each time I do,
This I feel more and more at home.
Your falling faster into a deep,
Catastrophe of canyons,
Waiting to feel the smashing,
Of every one of your bones.
There is no way to keep you.
Clear of the two minute drop,
Where I hear the sound,
Of your body shattering a windshield.
There are different ways,
To feel the same,
Yet I know that there is only,
A small chance at life, mostly death.