Society's Finest
The Cutting Table
I'm holding everything close to me, and watching it die Eighty-six stars fell into the ocean, and that's when I knew winter was near The smell of the earth changes ino everything I've always grown to hate I used to believe that she would be safe. Now I want to die in the dark. So cut out my eyes and leave the lights on I've never felt so clean, Watch the TV talk to us Watch it make everything. I can make myself resist the hell I've lived in for so long I can make myself think about it. Walk with me, watch them look at me Help keep me from crying
From Letras Mania