Once my half dead corpse collides with the earth,
How much tissue will be split?
(Don't jump, don't jump, don't you f*****g dare)
The already anemic quality of trust dissipates into a mirage
Free-fall makes the mind wander: Six others on the back-burner
Sometimes the pan that heats the fastest
Sometimes the pan heats faster
It hits the hardest of all
Six years, five deaths, and four f***s later here I am
Inform me, once again why I am here with a voice
To reason with.
This life has become a montage.
Believe me the truth speaks louder than words (louder than words)