The telephone swallowed the child.
This is the last time I
Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps
[Whispers]
Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine
I’d burn alive to keep you warm,
When you’re alone.
Shiver under
You are the teeth and lungs,
Biting back and breathing in.
Cracked
Somewhere between the frozen layers,
Sleeps a fragile woman.
Waiting for her
Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze.
The show
I lost my voice in the fire.
I burned my eyes
You plug me in and turn me on.
Turn on me.
I
The signal flares will light the way
to the scene of
