i want to write your name into my fleshni want to be in love with myself againni want to bring it down ni want to bring it downni believe that things are changingnnwhere is the gain in all the hell you bringnin the search for something new?nbecause the birds won't sing when their cages stinknso think of something else to saynbecause things are changingnni want to write your name into my fleshni want to be in love with myself againni want to bring it down ni want to bring it downni believe that things are changingnnyour hands, held tight aroundnthe throat of what it is to live these daysnand we choke on the pain you feed into our headsnwe're not gonna be here when you get back nni want to write your name into my fleshni want to be in love with myself againni want to bring it down ni want to bring it downni believe that things are changingnnfor the bestnand all the rest into the floodnall of me has to bleednbut part of me has got to be alive