Have you crossed and broke your fingers?
A bitter lesson learned before its time
There's no whisper to comfort me now
Now that everything has fallen down
I keep on wondering how
There's no knife with cruel intentions
Just a certain fact I left behind
There's no building made to last. This test
has taken everything from my own rest
How could I repair this hole?
Hearing loss is the last symptom
Speaking less to let my eardrums safe
I can not hear a goddamn scream
How could I repair this hole?
This ceiling and these stains. Despair, despair
It's pushing on my neck
If everything has gone bad in my sight
where is the last good thing of my kind?
I scattered all my organs on the ground
I cannot find the difference between my heart and my bladder
That's nice!
Where is the last good thing of my kind?
