I go a lot with my brain, I just explode with-- And I'm sorry about that I think I can stay a while and wait out this weather Fuck Like the emptiness of a desolate room Now furnished with memories Tear this fold a little more Dog-eared and thereupon Turn the page and walk away Not a word Not one more word out of your mouth An orifice, a ventilator (For all I care) ♪ Pulse echo like footsteps A great disparity in the way we suffocate