Stop
My body rots
Inside this corpse
Don't keep it locked
I cant replay what you say
My brains all made out of clay
If I cant hear what you say
Its cuz my ears are decayed
You should really try and worry bout yourself
Hearing stories Building stories bout myself
Tell me how tell me why tell me well
Everything you say I would rather kill myself
BREAK
I don't know why my body shakes
I don't know why my body aches
Maybe I'm reacting to the bass
Feelings gone numb right to my face
So see through
How these feelings come apart when I need you
Whys it always seem so dark
When the sky's blue
Whys it always seem so hard just to like you
I feel destain
My body screams
If you cant hear what I say
We are just corpse in a grave
Stop
My body rots
Inside this corpse
Don't keep it locked
I cant replay what you say
My brains all made out of clay
If I cant hear what you say
Its cuz my ears are decayed