open the door
i'm burning the year over alcohol
what's in store
is kept inside a fractured jaw
stitches get sewn as the story changes
and drives itself to bed now
but you'd break your bones
and i'm committing to these crimes
homeless with words
mountains of dust
that remind me of phones
i'm just next in line
with the sharpest knife
and the, the desire to make
these children die
but you'd break your bones
and i'm committing to these crimes
and we look like dinosaurs
apathy will put us on paper
but you'd break your bones
and i'm committing to these crimes
and we look like dinosaurs
apathy will put us on paper
thrust my head
through echoes and hearts
echoes in part
thrust my head