I Can't Tell You What It Really Is
I Can Only Tell You What It Feels Like
And Right Now There's A Steel Knife, In My Windpipe
I Can't Breathe, But I Still Fight, While I Can Fight
As Long As The Wrong Feels Right, It's Like I'm In Flight
High Off Of Love Drunk From My Hate
It's Like I'm Huffing Paint And I Love It The More That I Suffer
I Suffocate....