my lungs can choose to not breath rightnand form collective with the eyes so i lose sightnof everything around meni grab hold tightnand let my heart beat strange in spitenof all the lies around menmy head's not rightnand i might lose my life tonightnncrawling round on carpeted groundnand losing articles of clothingnseems like particles are growingnyou can't turn down or tune it outnit's in my spine my crooked spinenconnected to a fragile mindnhave to lie down nownncan't let the wall that holds your backnbe the place they come and find your cold corpse atncovered in a towelnno need in factnto let these voices scream like stacks nof overdriven marshallsnmy ribs could cracknbut my head will stay intactnnlights they flash, brain cells will smashnand cause a flickerin'nmy head will get more sick of itnthese veins pump fast, but soon they'll crashnan empty body lacking movement for the partynthe bathroom's trashed, it's been a blast