gave up a piece of that soul, fair trade.
i guess it was worth it, if only for a chance to say
whatever it was i had to say
that moment frozen in time press pause
i don't want to watch the play
back then you screamed and i laughed
blood on both of our hands
*sangre de mis manos* spanish i still laugh
the breaks in my hands mean nothing more
than an end to horror i wish we never had
throwbacks and shit in our hands infections
these seperate beings still sick
its the beer
its the fear
its the others
its the lovers
its the hate
its just our fate
it really is just over
its the end to love we never had.
fuck you!