You wait for tragedy,
cause you're too weak to create it.
And when the hearts been torn open,
you creep your way into it.
And you set the time for the explosion.
The water fills my lungs that were already swollen.

And it makes you so tall and so proud,
to create all these lies to break me down.
But the jokes on you.
I was already broken.

So these are the blades that you used for the spines.
So these are the pins we puncture your heart, to label the pieces which
died
in it first.
Oh you’re so bored.
You cry at night cause you’ve got nothing to cry about.