I paid you, squeaky wheel
That said, you're full of it
Properly holding your grudge
That said, you're full of shit.
Forever want to crawl out
Last burned, well grab a pen
For the fourth and unknown
Hated work, but love a scene
The somber came juxtaposed
All the subtleness of, a downed plane
Forever want to crawl out
Forever want to crawl out
If only the crying could heal
I'd sell my left arm to buy passion
I could find some reasons
Why maybe you wouldn't be
So ill, so ill, sorry your souls
It's creeping outside, outside of it's hole
It's trying to see, say it
Forever want to crawl out
Forever want to crawl out