Bite your lips until they're gone
Or die of hunger
Then find your teeth here with broken arms
When nothing matters

I don't want to burn to the sun
And take everyone
Hold on you're sick and we're dying
And when the feelings all gone wrong
Hold on we'll burn where you're standing

It's not long before we're gone now
As plastic fractures
And where will you be to write your answers
You think it matters?

I don't want to burn to the sun
And take everyone
Hold on you're sick and we're dying
And when the feelings all gone wrong
Hold on we'll burn where you're standing