I have a reason to live Can't take away from me!
The car drove past at a hundred miles
It threw a bag in the shape of a body that read
I've got time and you're wasting it here
She knew these words and placed her body back into her bunk
She dreamed of better spaces
Like the ones stuck in replay
Ejected from her morals
Her mind told her it's sane, it's sane
I'd like a signal that I receive
A clearer picture than my TV
A static free emotional sound
breaking through all the darkness that surrounds me
Towns seem to compliment her style
She trys to swallow a sinker with the hook intact
Probing her heart with words of fabrication
She torments herself but that thin line to heaven is strong
Her feet can barely function (she looks around)
She's breathing from one lung (she looks around)
She's just convinced to die, to die
She says "that word" which cuts like a knife
Coming from your TV is a message far from truth