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tick tock.
ticking and tocking.
people waiting and watching.
pursuing and fleeing.

these moments, engraved in our walls.
and here I am.
stuck to a machine with a heart beat monitor.
they say I was in a coma.
they say I'll be okay.

You know.
The silly bullshit doctors tell you.
"We're keeping her overnight, to run some tests.."

So I'm a test subject?
Fine. I'll deal.

I'll blush and recall memories..
Memories of torment. Of pain.
Something cold and chilling.

Pierce the skin with the blade..
...Shocked?
They didn't tell you that, huh..
Silly little ants.
The queen is but one.
We, the colony, are many.
Yet, she will be overthrown, in time.

Circling the runway. The highway. The throat.
Silly little beings..

You might not recognize me actually.
I was in a crash. So they say.
All bloodied and torn.
My skin was starting to fall off my bones..
So I was in ICU for a while.

I remember the smell of the room..
It smelled like death here..
But what do you expect.. It's a hospital..
People die here..
But it's just a pulling of the plug.. A hear that won't beat anymore..
Is that really just cause for a breakdown?

What if he was suffering? In pain?
What if he wanted out.. You are not the only one to lose something here...

Eventually, we all die, they say...
That there's a heaven.. Or a hell..
I don't know. People with their bibles in hand.. Going door to door, trying to increase their flock..
Look how tightly they hold to their bibles..
As if they god is a child that they're choking..
She'll die too though.

They nailed him to a cross, but she died in labor.
Pregnant to the one who would change everything...

Do you remember the sounds here?
The beeping of the machines.
They're measuring your heart-rate.
To see how fast, or slow you wish to go..

See, I'm not really here.
I'm at a park. Roller coasters.
I liked them. The speed. The rush. It was like cocaine..
It was my high.
I'd look in the sky and tell god I'd catch him in my grasp.

And then I'd kill him.
With a smile.

We all wanted to do it.
Want to hurt? Hurt me. Just a razor and a glass of wine.
Memorize me. My looks. My skin. My heart.

Then once I'm gone, imagine that you're fucking me.
Show me a good time..

I'm an 'angel' now.
So they say.
I passed away at 10:40 PM

Went in my sleep.
And again.. There was crying. Stupid people show up at my funeral..
Asking their god to take my ashes and spread them on his cross, so I can be free..
Is there really a heaven? or a hell?

No one really knows...
I died. And you wept for me..
Silly creature.
Don't.

You'll ruin your make-up.
Though you always look like hell..

See you on the other side...
Will you be the one to die this time?...

Description
tick tock.
ticking and tocking.
people waiting and watching.
pursuing and fleeing.

these moments, engraved in our walls.
and here I am.
stuck to a machine with a heart beat monitor.
they say I was in a coma.
they say I'll be okay.

You know.
The silly bullshit doctors tell you.
"We're keeping her overnight, to run some tests.."

So I'm a test subject?
Fine. I'll deal.

I'll blush and recall memories..
Memories of torment. Of pain.
Something cold and chilling.

Pierce the skin with the blade..
...Shocked?
They didn't tell you that, huh..
Silly little ants.
The queen is but one.
We, the colony, are many.
Yet, she will be overthrown, in time.

Circling the runway. The highway. The throat.
Silly little beings..

You might not recognize me actually.
I was in a crash. So they say.
All bloodied and torn.
My skin was starting to fall off my bones..
So I was in ICU for a while.

I remember the smell of the room..
It smelled like death here..
But what do you expect.. It's a hospital..
People die here..
But it's just a pulling of the plug.. A hear that won't beat anymore..
Is that really just cause for a breakdown?

What if he was suffering? In pain?
What if he wanted out.. You are not the only one to lose something here...

Eventually, we all die, they say...
That there's a heaven.. Or a hell..
I don't know. People with their bibles in hand.. Going door to door, trying to increase their flock..
Look how tightly they hold to their bibles..
As if they god is a child that they're choking..
She'll die too though.

They nailed him to a cross, but she died in labor.
Pregnant to the one who would change everything...

Do you remember the sounds here?
The beeping of the machines.
They're measuring your heart-rate.
To see how fast, or slow you wish to go..

See, I'm not really here.
I'm at a park. Roller coasters.
I liked them. The speed. The rush. It was like cocaine..
It was my high.
I'd look in the sky and tell god I'd catch him in my grasp.

And then I'd kill him.
With a smile.

We all wanted to do it.
Want to hurt? Hurt me. Just a razor and a glass of wine.
Memorize me. My looks. My skin. My heart.

Then once I'm gone, imagine that you're fucking me.
Show me a good time..

I'm an 'angel' now.
So they say.
I passed away at 10:40 PM

Went in my sleep.
And again.. There was crying. Stupid people show up at my funeral..
Asking their god to take my ashes and spread them on his cross, so I can be free..
Is there really a heaven? or a hell?

No one really knows...
I died. And you wept for me..
Silly creature.
Don't.

You'll ruin your make-up.
Though you always look like hell..

See you on the other side...
Will you be the one to die this time?...