Acid build up on my muscle memory
I stalk my prey from the safety of the pilot's seat
Indulgence like reality TV, pornography
It's the same, watching something I shouldn't be
Playing negative creep on repeat
Mood lighting means no high beams or low beams
Or happy dreams
Do you still love me
Letting go in 3, 2, 1
I feel I'm always on the run
Can't take back the damage done
Letting go in 3, 2, 1
Scrape the poison out of my stomach
Like you would hollow the inside of the Great Pumpkin
Charlie Brown, don't frown
Words like a sterilized needle, holding me down
Jack-o-lantern midriff
Bones stiff from hit after hit
Pull the strings behind my ears
Make me smile like I mean it
Jack-o-lantern face, cut
Negative space
And you create
A masterpiece out of a monster
Letting go in 3, 2, 1
I feel I'm always on the run
Can't take back the damage done
Letting go in 3, 2, 1