There are a million needles and pins in my eyes.
They absorb my guts and my brain until there is nothing left.
The heart is ice, the mouth is bullshit.
The ears are caves that lead to nowhere.
Houston, we have a problem.

Cheeks sting after all this acid.
No such thing as tears, but pure hate instead.
Fault lies where it lies, but we don't know where it lays.
The scream to say... but nothing comes out.
Press ignore after ignore, enjoy food with the fam.

Never thought it'd be this way.
Events are set up time and time again.
We pull our own trigger-- just as I prefer.
But I've repeatedly shot myself in this digusting face--
You will never recognize me again.

I can't say we ever did.

Insides are outside,
and we scramble to turn it back right.
It's all weaky bull, and no one needs to see it.

Turn my power button off and let me sleep.
Or unplug me all-together.
Whichever you prefer.