i dont really give it any worry anymore i've already gone and picked myself up off the floor bad predictions of a lonely end with bloody wrists makes you wonder how your optimism persists and demons sing its deafening weight on his wings theres a part of me that never really bought it all but he's living in a prison with a paper doll eyes were open i just didnt wanna see a thing broken peices everywhere and my ears still ring a blurry view i took from you i must undo before the urgency all dissapears under the hour record the murdering of us that made this note turn sour we couldnt see