Paper, Bullets, Walls
Show me anyone
The patient is gone
It hasnt been breathing
Since it learnt right from wrong
Any innocent, got discontent
This is why children sing lament
Are you dying yet?
Do you remember to forget?
Like I do, like I do
You got what you spent
One hundred percent of nothings nothing
Make my life unsafe for living
Your diamonds are dirt
Id much rather hurt than have all your addictions
If you want forever, well fuck you baby
Is it paper or bullets in the walls
When it could be possible, beautiful, wonderful
Every little wing
Flaps for something
But no one knows one