i go fine without a reason or a purpose for ever enough time as the apathys my self control price tag believe in i couldve been bold i couldve been anything paid for the sermon of the mouth book of faces me let will the quartet a chisel to sharpen the bone bow to the migraine never been told black crystal eyes pinned you dared me play the mask for the debtors feed the fear in the dust im the vine dried the blue vain the taste of your spit grace to the autopsy of inferiority could you pardon me princes may i just read my book it is dark in the light and you hold it against and you hold it against me i know that she watches me differently reading me when the last page is through the book belongs to her and ill pass on that migraine oh let it be known mouth of the canyon you dared me play the mask for the debtors feed the fear in the dust im the vine dried the blue vain the taste of your spit nexus of the heart commit me all my broken parts that make me whole ill raise my voice i know we are the used but not defeated nexus of the pain invites me on my feet again my heartbeats full ill raise my voice know we are the used but not defeated nexus of the heart commit me all my broken parts that make me whole ill raise my voice i know we are the used but not defeated nexus of the pain invites me off my knees again my heartbeats full ill raise my voice i know we are the used but not defeated nexus of the heart commit me all my broken parts raise my voice my heartbeats full i said we are the used but not defeated we are the used we are the used the used we are the used