i m kind of in a watercolor wasteland the place you go to bow and pay the toll a never ending system of abrasions only there to control the way you suck me up into a nightmare the dirty way you cut me with a smile i hate to admit how i love when you give it to me in the red crying out at the edge looking down every single minute takes an hour when you re in the power of the beast there s hate breeding hatred inside of my head and there s not that much left to be said in the red crying out at the edge looking down when you ve fallen below all the shit you ve been fed and you feel like your gonna go mad then you know you have come out alive more than dead