I won't Live inside this Virus Of my hope Turn the page to Save you From my own I can see you dripping from the walls
Without me the writing on the wall won't scream With me always living with guilt of envy
I keep hearing your voice It echoes from far away I won't Ever know how You're now Your /tongue is/ /Venom's cobber/ /Ninety ends/ I guess I can see you dripping from the walls