you were the everything that gave me a little sense my frame is just wires stings and power tubes old that i ll never use but i m losing touch she says i just think to much strange how the spark of brilliance sings when you ve given up on everything it s the expectation barreling wildly out of control and the day you chose to fold it s the nervous habits that have plagued me since i was a kid and for never facing them nothing we ever did justified the means to all the same nameless animals we called our fans these where the violent things that showed us we re human beings not hollow bones adhering to a shallow main i swear there still blood in these veins but your losing touch i think you just think too much strange how the spark of brilliance sings when you ve given up on everything any sense of humility a ghost i can t keep up with all these stupid scenes it s a volatile cancer that nothing can treat it s just an ego driven hypocrisy we re wounded animals with blood in our teeth