here we are,
built like pyramids and stars
can you see through all those scars?
you shake like noone else
how afraid you are,
to look back on yourself,
at cost of knowing all
so start transmission,
let me fall,
i'm out...
get hold of yourself,
theres noone else in there
they all ran away..
i told you man,
you'll never bend that way,
its back to the ending..
hey..
hold the bar,
like your suicide guitar
denying all they think you are
you are, you are
stretched too far,
to get me off
which button do i press to stop?
i'm lost..
get hold of yourself,
theres noone else in there
they all ran away..
i told you man,
you'll never bend that way,
its back to the ending..
hey..
i'm too high.. for this low
it's inside..
it creeps from within..
and something ugly, shakes me slow
is that a satellite.. in the window?
