Hey you, young love. Don't let them cut out your tongue. Swallow the key to your heart. And smile through your teeth. . Hey you, young love. Don't let them cut out your tongue.
I crawled for miles. Slit open by a trail of thorns. I prowled, I prowled for vapid avenue. Slurring every word I wished I said. . Stranded, a nocturnal hell hole.
The air raids at night are keeping things serene. The president's men are closing in on me. And the crosshair grin you hold me in. Still does not propose an argument.