tell me you need it cause it's too soothing to know there's no end can you separate it I know you want it to feel control no traffic in these eyes when veins in tantric change it's slow pumping thought my legs we'll try to carry on with veins in tantric change and yes we'll try to stomp these days away what if right now these heads rolled dead across the table who'd sew theirs back? I'm slowing thinking of switching your head with my body we can start these days the same comfort me on the floor with these bones they're two mouths to feed I am just a ghost you think I'm rested I am more shot than you know I hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls it feels like there's something in the walls no traffic in my eyes it takes the pain away