Wishing it was burned out
I speak with my head down
It never went that way for us
And you site your hand as my thing
Above
My hands recite; you decide
You stop by reaching for the soulder wire
I hear you’re waiting for a number on the dice
(Roll a three, the same as us)
Just watch me stare at the sink
I pull the plug and run
But you agreed to keep that saw in mind
I stand inside, stored alive
You couldn’t reach me, I run for my life
I can’t escape it, saw a number on the dice (I wouldn’t dare)
When I’m done staring at the
Boarded up door and lock
But it’s all I find
I’ll stay to watch the salt form in mine
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