It's not uncommon in a room like this For the walls to be telling fortunes to their guests Shadow profiles surround you in a circle They are speaking to the ceiling of your name Would you believe me if i told you my stories
Or would you leave me In that room again? ONCE I SIGNED AWAY, I ONCE GAVE OUT YOU BLEW MY LIFELINE, THROUGH A HAND HELD TO YOUR MOUTH THROUGH A HAND HELD TO YOUR MOUTH MY WILL, MY WILL WAS STILL, SO STILL