Why dont you help me fill in the empty spacesCuz hope is full of holes and you know we've got to replace thisBut I know you disguise your sadness and your supriseAnd a heart you've grown to despise.We stare at each other with moon ears and glass eyesand nothing's said or needed to be said becausethe sheets in the bed have been stained redand all those able bodied angels with the apples in their headsI dont know whether to fuck you or to gut you like a...This joke is getting kinda personalYour laugh is like a scream that goes and goes and goesI'm less invincible than terminalYour love is like a sore that grows and grows and growsWas it her maiden voyage, was it her maiden nameOr was she made in a country that couldn't shoulder the loss?Was it her maiden voyage, was it her maiden nameOr was she made in a country that couldn't shoulder the loss?This is a sign of my own design, my own demiseAnd when I think like this, I think I shouldn't think like thisI never miss, I'm crossin names off a listI'm feeling nothing, I see nothing to shout aboutYou'll never know exactly what you can't live without...Don't fucking touch me, don't even now I'm alive