soul storm
along the lines of something worn
racing to tie the bonds in a bowtie

all your gifts are double edged and all your manuals are read so in the end your just alone hang up the phone

when I said I don't care
I meant it throughout every hair
on my head falling out from stress
because your voice is my arrest

with the pain layed on my palms
it's clear to see i'm not alone
but every human has some secrecy

if you brown nose it around
you'll be the victim of my sound
this is why your friends leave