I can find fault with the “I cut, you choose" every time

I’ll make sure we both lose

An eye for an eye

Til we’re blindly firing into the sky

Each time, hoping it’d fall to pieces

And be our demise

And I’d die a martyr

But, really I’m just taunting

The clouds to rain harder

And when the train runs through my brain

36 more demons hop out the box car

They’re the ones up there who

Deviate my septum and

Give me a head rush

But, I still kept em

And they still keep my face flushed

They keep me stuck

In the subtle ruts in my alibi

So, fuck I think I’ll swoon the sea

And shake the sky up