Texty:
Dead Poetic New Medicines

Bury all the differences between us When I still can't find the air You keep the toxins flowing for me And I'll bury all the differences between us And

Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought I could have reminisced for hours But right now you are all I get to remember I'm waiting

Do we have the time to lay The line between true life and you in mine I want to reel it back before the day When simplicity was washed away Then like

So after all, you needed more than a death threat fall You needed more, and I let you fall Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw And I remember

their targets So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you And as we stand here waiting for the sound So Vanity's got this new gun that

of faking to please vain opposers. A dead legion of new, cloned followers. You're cornered in a place you don't know. In this world, you don't. New medicines

You're all just staring, angry faces, begging for a place to die. Or I could leave you where you stand, Up upon that hill that'll fall to the wayside

Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought. I could have reminisced for hours. But right now you are all I get to remember. I'm waiting

With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against. Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists. And I'm somewhere in between