By the Throat

I'm not shit, I'm champagne Let's all go home and kill ourselves and our radios Where's my head? This isn't mine. Nobody loves a thing everyone is fucking crazy. In control It's not my fault They'll be sorry once I skin them Scared to life A painless

I soak up every little bit to sharpen my bones. All grown up still trying to find my way home. I never been cleaned or cloned. My heart's never been owned. I'm lonely, but everyone is lonely so at least I'm not alone. This road is filled with pot hol

crowds of people, bodies brushing mouths are moving, all white noise classes clinking, people screaming high hum, low buzz, no room to breathe the story's slow with no conclusion on and on the tape is clicking step by step, and i am choking on and on