I'm running out of time. I need an antidote, now what can you prescribe. It's like an avalanche. I feel myself go under. Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck. I never stood a chance. My
. Resentment steadily grows. Laughing in the gallows. Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel. We are the lucky ones welcome home. Poisoned nerves and bloody antidote
enough. . Bigger the harder he falls. But when the wrong antidote is like a bulge on the throat. You run for cover in the heat why don't they. . Do what they say, say what they mean. One thing leads
what we call home?. I know you see right through me, my luminescence fades. The dusk provides an antidote, I am not afraid. I've been a million times in my mind. This is really just a technicality