Your voice is getting loud and seeps out through my ears
It shrills, it fears, it stabs and steals me of my tears
Forcing my years to stop but, where\'d it disappears?
It appears to appease my headache, yet hangs its absence like a chandelier.
So for good luck, my mouth waters and I spit
My body convulses, while my heart throws a fit
A stinging taste on my tongue that I knew not could exist
Tears the strings of my conscience-- just like that, I\'m being stripped.
My lips stripped bare to the spit blood and its thickness
The belly turned and churned with sickness
Forehead sweating fire sparks, like some incurable illness
Every limb begging for a scream, in silence, in stillness.
There\'s no ladder in the abyss, just a feeling--sadder, madder, splatter
In pools and puddles of black and green, does it really matter?
There\'s a hammer in my head, and in my back a dagger
A hangover like no other, with my teeth grinding like crackers.
Would\'ve, should\'ve I stopped falling, to stop by myself this numbness
Silly things are made in the name of love, this is nothing but dumbness
To hear you say \"I had her\" when trying helping, there\'s nothing sadder
But to confuse your voice with that of the abyss, sipping through my eyes, whispering \"I have her\".