when it wraps its hands around your neck.
Like the pill that's underneath your tongue,
swallow it with a soft regret.
remembering you'll watch your parents die.
And all the people that you love in your life
find their way above the Irem Shrine.
with bad dreams to occupy my time.
We're on a strict death schedule-
it keeps us all in line.
There's things I'm avoiding now-
dreams about all of my teeth falling out,
and any floral/green color scheme.
Try but you can't make a sound.
No one knows how deep the bottom goes.
- Numb, But I Still Feel It
- Like A Ritual
- Secret Society
- Head In The Ceiling Fan
- Make You Cry