A Trunk Full Of Dead Bodies - Overpa** lyrics

it seems these wrists are made of concrete does this make sense or should I repeat myself again? a little more clearly all this time I have wasted making up a reality you'd think I'd get it by now you think it would sink in somehow just waiting for anything at all to come along rea**uring the faults of what I've done I don't like my smile seems that everything around me is growing fast accepting is the hardest part patches of purple and yellow and my watery eyes