Из альбома: Dis/Location

My tired eyes are blackened wicks
Razor tucked under my chin
Quit, quit, quitters started quitting
One last time

Take me down to the other side
Where all the lights are handed out
Mine is empty
Mine is shattered and powered down

How she cuts from the inside
Whispers everything's alright
A late star's rising up
For me to shine

She found my...
She found my...
She found my...
Found my center

I'm the bellyache in time
The bootstrap cough of the family line
All that history that was never meant to be

I hold my head together with
Reconnective little pills
That look like cars and swallow
Everything they see

How she cuts from the inside
Whispers everything is mine
Late stars that rise above us start to shine

She found my...
She found my...
She found my...
Found my center

I concentrate so I can find myself
I can't get back all this time I wasted
She keeps
She keeps an eye on me

She found my...
She found my...
She found my...
Found my...
Found my center

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