I can't seem to stop breaking out my teeth, but I hear it can be therapeutic
Clinging to threads in motionStepping out from under what I meanLiving in
dreams too lucid for comfort, my blood is slippingMy brother dyingI'm not
sure you can die from it, but I'm going fucking crazy sleeping on the floor
Once it was a shotgun, then it was a knifeMy dreams,my blood combing my brain