Static friction is depression's kiss
A solitary state of bliss
Nothing exciting enough to miss
I walk the edge of the abyss
Thunder strike me through the heart
I can not be blown apart
Let thunder strike me
They say that fiction is only lies
I don't agree, don't say that one twice
I hate seeing through my two eyes
Dull the pain, keep it concise
They say that fiction is only lies
I don't agree, don't say that one twice
I hate seeing through my two eyes
Dull the pain, keep it concise
Static friction is depression's kiss
A solitary state of bliss
Nothing exciting enough to miss
I walk the edge of the abyss
Thunder strike me through the heart
I can not be blown apart
Let thunder strike me