Off And Running Just Shy Of The Price
I Took The Last Of Eighty-nine Knives From My Back
What's Cold And Empty All At Once
It's Not A Riddle It's Just Where I'm At

Falling Faster From View
Just Below And Far Beyond Plain Of Sight
Distance Unworthy Of Repair
So I Burn The Bridge And Destroy The Device
Smile So Painful To This Mouth
But Still I Wear Kindness Like A Birthmark
Well Versed In The Art Of Goodbye
I Reach In My Pocket And Pull To Count The Scars On My Heart

Cut It Off, Cut It Out, Cut It In Half
Just Watch What You Cut

Cross The Median Strike Center Divider Fast
Scrub Me Clean While I Soak In This Bloodbath
Under Leagues Of Disorder I Breathe
Machines Of Ill-will Preach And Pave Over Me
This Promise Is Prone To Decompose Start My Grave
I'll Be Over Here Just Cutting My Losses Born And Died A Slave

Unconsious And Sinking Fast Fluid Overflowing My Lungs
The Disappearance Of This Son Never Raised An Eyebrow
Twist My Valves Until The Circulation Ends
Pull Me Deep Until The Light Blurs And Bends
Hold Me Until Every Bubble Has Broke The Blue
Make This The Last Air Between Me And You