One two
One two three four!
They say you have potential
Even though you're putting it aside
It's a type of condemnation
A degradation
Do you think in metaphor
But tie your tongue until there's nothing left to say?
It's a type of self-display
A tape decay
I'm waiting for restoration
Can you fix me up?
You're slipping through the cracks
Abandonment of pack mentality
It's a type of tragedy
A casualty
And you wonder what they're staring at
A deer caught in the headlights
You're the prey
And they will bite
You're freezing
And I'm breathing
You're freezing
And I'm breathing out
As the world turns in slow motion