“For this life I would bleed; why won’t you bleed with me?
Living a life not there inside my head, counting the days til’ we’re free of disgrace
Carving myself wide open once again, purging myself with this page.
why do i think its such a good idea to wear myself so weak and so thin?
Why try, when time will wash away everything I’ve become.
Zero One Eight Five are you still alive
Oh, I’ll become my own flood.”