Don't be late
There's no time to be afraid
There's a way
To clean up the mess you've made
If I could tell the truth
Or lie
Would I attempt
To at the same time
Expect you to apologize
For trying
To make me so out of time
Don't say
It's just a game
We play
I can't
Can't lose
The taste
If you
Regulate how the blood is pumping
Through the veins from my heart into my head
In time
This blood supply
Will change me
From red to white
Every thought that you know I'm thinking
May as well be the knife stuck in my back
This taxing
Fever makes me
Cry
Cry

And gravitate
To this place
This is still my life
Not yours to define
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying





Crying












Crying
Crying
Crying





Crying
Crying
Crying
From an empty glass of nothing good
I've been sinking like a stone in the sea
Without the oxygen I need
Deciding as I wait for air to entertain
Careful not to breathe in, to breathe in, to breathe in
The right time and the right way to elevate
Careful not to breathe in, to breathe in, to breathe in
To breathe in the air
That so proudly puts to death
My own father's name
Yeah!
I remember when your hands started shaking
There's a better way
To clean up the mess you've been making
I remember when your hands started shaking