function it will not   slate barters a process stagnant and weary      shut my eyes dont look   shove your face upon the wall   hey you the falsetto   start praying for daylight    punch every wall this is knowing the will to die      i used to open my eyes before i experienced it concentrate   i always saw in the corner of the room a small apparatus looking to kill me   i closed my optics and saw the overwhelming presence haunting screaming the vision   relief in capsule form   i awoke and swallowed a thousand pills per second   this is knowing the will to die      i knew you would come happy youre here now stay    i want you to know    incomplete is a common form    incomplete is out eyes wide open wit no idea of a fucking soul   theres no coming home i swear, its right here...      when pistons collapse its not supposed to work   early morning, i want you to know   contract to fiction, vision, i see your face      feel sensation but theres nobody there   call out i know you are here      illusion of life has crossed the boundary   i stand on the edge      i can figure it out there is way i find solutions   when pistons collapse its not supposed to work