I gave up on getting better, it's just the way it is
I've been feeling numb ever since i was a kid
Madison and first, night lights in a coffin
I can't even fall asleep, twist spine pretty often

I know i been looking different as of late
But you shouldn't be scared
I could see dead skin flying off me into the air
I remember when this shit had started out cases back then were rare

I walk in too slow
I can't use no more
It don't feel like no home
My veins cold like snow

What if i could find us a place on the moon
I'd build plenty prototypes using blood and glue
I threw paper planes towards the earth and steer
But every message turns to ash inside the atmosphere

Tell me why, i hope you found a good alibi
Stay by my side, will it still hurt in the afterlife