Now, is this just creative, or was I meant to be a killer killing
Lovers in the street?
Sometimes the most unlikely prove themselves to be a liar
Everything you said to me

I'm glad I'm alive and there's no way I'm touching ground again

I saw a blind man shackled up by his hands and feet
Escaping when his face touched the concrete
And the same way you play vicious
Well, that's the same way you agree
Endearing
An endearing empathy

I'm gland i'm alive and there's no way I'm touching ground again

I'd be shot in the back by my fears



Thanks to Samantha Morgan (morgans@indiana.edu) for these lyrics]