When your thoughts slow to a crawl, and all that comes out of your mouth is tar
When I bleed black
I start to think back
To when I was just a bit
Faster
When I see that
All my plans went bust
I move my tongue
…my teeth have turned to dust
When I bleed black
I start to think back
To when I was just a bit
Faster
When I see that
All my plans went bust
I move my tongue
…my teeth have turned to dust