Walking …alone…this way…so familiar…This is….this is lunacy<br />
My vitals, I feed them more of that drug cocktail they adore<br />
And maybe…this is what I need<br />
Cough weezy You feel suspicious and it shows<br />
Unnerving to be at home a barely clothed<br />
<br />
Slick your hair back, big breath, relax<br />
They don't know what you're here to do<br />
One foot before the next, big breath, relax<br />
Brush the front door aside<br />
The floors give with the weight of your feet<br />
The light breaks in your stride<br />
<br />
What seems to be and what is not… isolated and forgot<br />
They say this is what he needs… just say where PLEASE<br />
<br />
“Say where please”<br />
<br />
A Bus (rational) careens - “it's gone”<br />
Shot and stabbed(Stagnant and spent) – “gone”<br />
Laying there stagnant/spent<br />
Make my way up the staircase… family photos (gone)<br />
Pin-pick the lock… familiar smells (gone)<br />
Siphoning time… the respirator hums (gone)<br />
<br />
Drop the chord son, don't explain…I wont shoot because your Tryin'<br />
Pick up those feet (no)(don't) drag your heels, (and) tread fire on a gas line<br />
Stop once his status reads unplugged to save his life<br />
Skin's cold with a fading pulse (tense up) what's this design<br />
<br />
When it rains, it pours<br />
They say that he's the sick one but I'm not sure<br />
I've set fire to my family tree<br />
I've burned my brother's love, what the fuck have I become?