With No One
They Found You
In The Trunk
Some Sick Medicine
For The Depraved
To Clear Coat My Exoskeleton
Of Desires I Once Craved
To Clear Coat My Exoskeleton
Of Desires I Once Craved
For Every Needled Gesture
was Ten Seconds No Air
They Cut Throats In Your Sleep
They Couldn't Understand
While You Were Romanticized
Moved By Love Of Despair
Moved By Frustration Of Loneliness
Moved By Black Holes Of Abstractness
Moved By Black Holes Of Abstractness
Climbed Into The Front Seat
From Every Which Way
So Their Fears Memories
Wiped Of Array
While People Couldn't See
Were Doing The Same
Running Into The Ground
Throwing Away What Had Became
Throwing Away What Had Became
Writing; Dear You,
What A Fool I Was
What A Fool I Was
