I'm crying my fire to you
and gauging my rope
Is now that the days turns blue
and coal leaves the heart
time's chasing me out with guns
and I'm keep loading
I'm letting my shadow die
meanwhile I'm chewing
My pride buried

I'll make it up with you today
But everything is out of role
life is a puzzle I play drunk

Ohh
I'm out to get on my feet again
She said
nothing that important
just the world around the face inside the page
of open books that shows you how I'm not
go
I'm down as if I had born like this
I sing
creeping in the bushes
caught you shitting over everything you said
you are almost half the things they God did wrong

she will let you insecure
till never and more
and might keep you trapped for good
alone in a song
the movement is random down
and victimized
her mouth is a quote for some
affected portion
diseased
cheapest

can't get it through the alphabet
she will be Buddhist if you want
"when I get sad my pants go brown" Mister

Oh
I'm out to get on my feet again
She said
nothing that important
just the world around the face inside the page
of open books that shows you how I'm not
go
I'm down as if I had born like this
I sing
creeping in the bushes
caught you shitting over everything you said
you're almost half the things that God did wrong

did it wrong

dying to remind your hair
and at least can you roam on
pieces of my broken fist
tried convince me you were wall
dying to deny your deeds
personality send hugs
friendly could sound irony
syntax never was my strong