Drag
8:53 p.m.//09.13.04

I can draw a blank further than your mind can fathom

I hear whispers of the future

Like two demons pulling at my ears

I can take yesterday and bring down the kingdom

And everything will paste itself along the inner walls

There's so many to remove

So I'll just point my finger to my skull

I'll pretend it's a gun

But I've been pulling the trigger for years

Shooting nothing but blanks

Hoping the emotion will manifest permanently

The last choice

The last dance

My heart just knows few bounds

And even so;

The truth slips into a crowd of horrific faces

[messeges]
[them]
[mistakes]
[current]