I've got a sickness,

something bad slowly eating me,

and I don't think that I can fix this.

I'm lonely and

I'm only human.

Well, that's my problem.

Maybe someday

we can lift each other higher

than these earthly wings would let us go,

we'll melt away,

we'll melt away and die.

Away and die.

I'm scared of what's to come

and what's to come undone

in the end.

All that my life's become

is time for me to run

and pretend that my mind will live again.

Hurry Self, think quickly...

I feel blood in my lungs and I'm dying to live.

This pain was made by recipe,

it's not out on my skin.

It's in my mind in knowing I won't live again