making sure it sticks before i let you attract subjects
i'm making secondary hand smoking a way of living
i'll let it be dead before you decide to live
let me before you to lead the way to destroy you
i'll be the first to admit, this isn't seriously it
looking at photos and making seven dollars delivering
in the livery, it's so far removed it no longer even matters to me
so far fragmented it tends to not even form a shape anymore
never again, i'll never do this again, anymore
taking me too seriously, but nobody will never understand me
if this is the future, then the past has died
if this is the present, then the past and future are dead
if this is nothing, then everything, everywhere has been dead
there's no time to think it through, i won't make it through now