I don't know what you're into now.
I ain't planet, the monster, anti-martyr, the balance of human, constant fire starter.
Try to mark the soul, find the footprints, all of a sudden touch the button.
Crash course in yesterday's after mathematics class, until the last chapter's mastered.
Smile for the Star Wars one, where the wild things are that hide from the sun.
I am the truth they buried in your head, the proof you pretended to carry to the end.
Barely alive, but nowhere near dead.
I'm still standing here instead.
More than a fistful of issues More than a misfits pistol grip click My heart ticks More human than human More sicker than sick Yeah, more human than human More human than human More human than human More human than human More sicker than sick Yeah, more human than human More human than human More human than human More human than sick
I am the nightmare right where the soldier overstands warfare.
Caught in the crosshair.
The moment when focus becomes more than what's noticed by the starving locust.
The burning of the bride, turning of the tide, searching through the fight.
Snuck in with the shadow that broke the capsule.
Escape the cell, let hell out of the capsule.
I am the hunter that stalks my aggressor.
I am neurosis.
I am the measurements used when it's time to choose which tools are proper for the opportunity.
