I miss your room the ritual of
Wasting all our time
The paranoia continues to
Seep in my mind
It’s getting harder
Harder to breathe
Give me that shallow
Way of coping
Never thought we’d be like this
Choking on my lungs in a
Sarcophagus
The dial tone will always hum even
After we die
There are no more pheromones
In your florescent eyes
It’s getting harder
Harder to breathe
Give me that shallow
Way of coping
The worms have gathered
You’re getting cold
There’s nothing left of
You to hold