Every second is too long Waiting for what's ending wrong Could be easy crossing the sharpest line How we feel both gross and objectified Paralysed by shades of confession Let's make it a mess, leave no trace Gaze is fixed tightly on the tracks, I'm thriving Keep spinning around, lately I won't fight it I'm ready to leave it and spare some Flashing lights, weights pressing down my feet So tired but I won't let my Eyes blink till I lose all sense of speed Back home, I'm no longer longing for A sunrise and a trunk full of skin and bones All I wish for, get rid of all my thrones Let's leave it to thirst for bloodshed I'd be eager to wash away all my thoughts With thorns and meadows