Dirty face
and worn out veins
I see you're away
I'll let you hit me with that spike in your fist if it'll
moderate the pain
I'm not lost
I'm capable of being someone
Dirty face
and worn out veins
I see you're away
I'll let you hit me with that spike in your fist if it'll
re-arrange my brain
and worn out veins
I see you're away
I'll let you hit me with that spike in your fist if it'll
moderate the pain
I'm not lost
I'm capable of being someone
Dirty face
and worn out veins
I see you're away
I'll let you hit me with that spike in your fist if it'll
re-arrange my brain