She bleeds her distance away from me
Without the clutch I feel I can breathe
Still these vents are latched with strings
Pulling with every beat
Becoming Obsolete
I count my fingers for everyday
There\'s not enough that I could say
These joints explode into my brain
All hail the king, all Because of the Shame
I fall into forever now
Its a condensed fall for now
As I stick to this time and space
The eggs crack and sizzle in my Basket Case