Texty: Quix*o*tic. Prediction Of A Crash.

with words you deceive me, but my actions will not grieve
i'll be there right on time don't forget where we're going to.
i know you think it's pleasurable.
i walk across the street you walk behind parked cars and life becomes so dark.
no one will notice what you say these dreams are made to make you pay someday.
facts don't seem what they are just numbers in a jar.
and what is under your hat has the power to destroy.
don't take it too lightly.
well they'll go up and we'll go down and i'll drag you around.
we'll take this place and turn it in to our own hell.
i think you've noticed something else.