Paroles de Theory II

A hundred miles a second with no chance to breath. silencing pistol brings the pale holiday. tear me apart and drag me across the grain. its so hard see the light with your eyes gouged. unborn, absorbed into this sytem. For forgiveness, i skin you. for friendship, i gut you. For help, i burn you. for love i digest you. drown in the boiling water. the skin peels off your face. move past this living fracture. wires and bones han from our sky.