pass the compass or pass me out what's the purpose. there's no purpose i've been trying to pick apart the words but you would rather shut me up instead
all of the gifts we've been blessed with are cursed so i gave them all away i was an orphan. i cried at the top of my lungs where the fuck were you then
tell me things i don't want to hear one thing i know for sure i would rather raise my voice than lose it in a crowd
with open head pressed against wet pavement let's play crack the skull. i don't care until i suck the soft from your skin or forecast the weather from your chapped lips
i swear i won't know how to make it out alive
and for this occasion i propose a toast clap your hands to keep your ears out of my words clap your hands. don't make a sound