The silence your voice brings to my head
Pretends to be whole
I feel like a liquor store in the end of the night
Just about to be done
You're my will when I'm ill
You're my focus unreal
Never taught me enough
About your surname
You're my brief irony
You're my dead symmetry
Never learned things enough
About your surface, About your surface
The axis of your world destroys my bed
I tried to be bold
Those reasons I left for my nightmares
Suspending my thirds