I feel my teeth turning blacknI feel my hands too cold to grasp this necknMy instrument at lastnI'll strangle it to deathnI hear the laughs outside the speaker at my attempts at seriousnWon't hold a candle to the rest won't hold a candle to the bestnMore like a key chain flashlight busted I'm adolescent noveltynWith awkward wording I'm generic genericanI feel my lungs turning blacknI feel the smokestacks closing innDirty fingers prewritten dreamsnSelling life as a machinenI feel my aching bones inside menShrivel away like artifactsnWith an ensignia on the backnLettered and taped in body bagsnIt's cutting off my circulation, they've won, I'm breaking up on the outsidenI crumble like dust and am carried away.nLets place our bets on all of our friendsnSee in the end which were despensable anywaynExpand the margins of these papersnWriting words I never meant to saynAnd I'll let go this photograph says sonI'll let go I swear to God of everything you told me sonWebster's would be pissed at my disrespect for protocolnBritannica's a liar the world can't be this smallnHands in the sack, attacked, never going backnTo those who are taking rolenTheir potentials offer me nothing at all