Forced, we forced feeding you lines.
Look how high I'm jumping from;
You'll never make it.
I know what it feels like,
Giving into something you don't understand.
Walk into the light.
This sort of thing gets you out of mind right before impact.
Calcium waste, litter and falling like icicles.
Guess who's next?
You're just as guilty as them.
The Glorious Nosebleed Lyrics