Broken Glass Complexion

("Fine" has expired)

I'm your life crashing pilot

Board the most loving defect

Guard down, enter absence:

What medicine could bring the end

To means drenched in abstinence?

I cannot accept cannot eject what I've let in

I grab the thorns and turn the world red

Blood on my hands, your tired eyes stare

You should run, you should run

You should run far from here

Far from here

You should run, you should run

You should run far from here

Far from here

Every killer has their motives

I keep mine locked up in black boxes

All the keys dissolved in my gut with the rest that you'll never see

All I feel I've ignored to keep things safe for you

Now all I feel I've explored

Now nothing's safe for you

So pure

So infantile

Cut my hands clearing tears off your smile

Goodbye, now we live