THEY'RE TRYING TO EAT ME / BLOOD RUNNING DOWN THEIR CHIN
I went into the kitchen and
slid open the drawer
then I grabbed the blades and
slit open my skin
AND I KNOW THAT I CAN FIGHT / OR I CAN LET THE LION WIN
and when I wake up in the morning
my cheeks are rough from dry tears
I know I fought hard but
life got to be too much for me
I TRY TO ASSEMBLE / WHAT WEAPONS I COULD FIND
I sat in bed that night and
lit the candle by my bed
I stuck my hand over the flame
and felt my hand slowly burn
'CAUSE SOMETIMES TO STAY ALIVE / YOU GOTTA KILL YOUR MIND
migraine
by 21 pilots
