Through the coil I catch the bus 

Struggle to keep standing up 

This is what takes me far away from then 

And I don’t know anything 

About time and the state of mind 

Whatever works to get me out of here will do 

Sleeping’s a waste and 

Breathing is fake 

It’s all just what I think 

That keeps the world 

Broken like this 

Make some sound with me pleaseI miss your face if I can’t see 

Through this precious sorrow that I bought 

And I know I’m paying again 

This is the pattern that I spin 

I don’t like webs that tangle, wrap so tight