Pop tart, what's our mission?. Do we know but never listen?. For too long they held me under. But I hear it's almost over. In Detroit, on a Memphis train.
This time I need to know. I really must be told. If it's over. It's up to you uou know. The things you want to hold. Are in pieces. Crashing down. Crashing down again.
Give me tears. Give me love. Let me rest. Lord above. Send the bored. Your restless. The feedback scarred. Devotionless. You're all a part of me now. And if I fall.
Everywhere you are. Is everywhere you've been. Just lost to the beat. Punching through your skin. . You don't know what to do. But still you wanna crawl.
This is the song I've been singing my whole life. I've been waiting like a knife. To cut open your heart. And bleed my soul to you. I did it all for you.