This single swallows chokes A moment turned into a way of life Pull the tongue from your teeth Find the words you couldn't speak Secrets ripped from the source It wasn't your fault In a closet fit to size The minutes go by one frame at a time Found hung, yet still breathing Slowly reaching for the take She died with veins still shining Found with a black eye Beaten into her own view of submission A single frame left inside A moment that fell behind Held down for the last time The table's holding your place tonight...