drowning in the air that surrounds us all
all alone sitting by the phone
knowing he will never call  
my acid spit eats my food before me
honesty as never been anyone's policy
I guess were playing catch
try to run and find out how the ache hatch
an open window and a little dope
something to save you through the day
I will try hope
a post rape shower
mental filth wont go away when your using physical soap
dancing around the carnage hugging body parts
just make sure you will tell me when the race starts  
gather the armies and announce the call
this time we are the masters and  God is the doll
I never wanted to believe that rumor
always prayed it was bad joke to make me choke
a stupid form of humor
a sink becomes a fountain of something that stinks
an hideout for tears
she is dying , I think