Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make her home my home My heart's an autoclave My heart's an autoclave
When I try to open up to you I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn and there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn
And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home . . .
Like a spent gladiator crawling in the colosseum dust who can count on his remaining limbs all the people he can trust. Like the one who stands behind him cheering him on Estatic when he stands defiant, wild with abandon when he's gone
just stay alive. do whatever you need to. you are worth it.
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