"Thoughts that go like bullets through you,
The time you told me that you wish you were dead,
But so broken on when you can't stop choosing,
To sleep through your alarms, man, you're losing your head,
The thoughts that go like bullets through you,
The time you told me that you wish you were dead,
But so broken on when you can't stop choosing,
To sleep through your alarms, man, you're losing your head."
{lontalius - sleep thru ur alarms}
