They call me again
I want it to end
just call me again
we will be free
like hanging, twisting in a tree
our hair in the wind
we could even be friends?
Or a gun to the head
stuck in a web?
could you let me out
make us believe
a gun will help me?
slowly venture away!
I will teach you!
like everyone else look at your skin
maybe you got the disease.
How much I hurt,
I taste like dirt,
the mud flows through my veins
some ambition?
it will eat my intuition
wash this from me and you?