tell em you need itncause it's soothing to knownthere's no endncan you separate itnI know you want itnto feel controlnnno traffic in these eyesnwhen veins in tantric changenit's slow pumping through my legsnwe'll try to carry onnwith veins in tantric changenand yes we'll trynto stomp the days awaynnwhat if right nownthese headsnrolled dead across the tablenwho'd sew theirs back?ni'm slowly thinkingnof switching your headnwith my bodynand we can start these days the samenncomfort me on the floor with these bonesnthey're two mouths to feedni am just a ghostnnyou think i'm restedni am more shot than you knowni hear and chase them off the rooftops and the wallsnit feels like there's something in the wallsnnno traffic in my eyesnit takes the pain away