Testo
Chewing glass is not a coping mechanism
The candle's lit but you still cannot see
The match is burnt down to its final embers
Dream of sleeping for eternity
The last I saw, he was choking on a feather
Pulling hairs out of his throat, hook, line and sinker
Open up a can of worms to relieve your hunger
Showing off your mediocrity
Wear my pride as a name badge upon my chest
Says, "Hi, my name is Everything I Did Not Want To Be"
The sun will sing itself to sleep