Good friend, i know that you can't see with your hands on your eyes.

I tried. You lied.

No more taking chances.

No more chances.

Your face is a mask, i can feel it.

No one is a sucker for you.

If i could, i would, i would steal it.

I'd steal it away from you to breathe.

I'm holding my passage.

I fall to the ground.

You are laughing at me.

You are dying, you fool.

A death parade, this way comes.

I'm holding a banner of white.

I hear them stomping, wearing upside down smiles.

I spit to make mud.

And i drown myself in.

I'm digging you out from a downgrade

and i'm dragging you under the stairs to breathe.

Come armageddon.