Standing in a crowded room
Restless bloody mouth
Some things you're not supposed to understand
Or ever figure out
I feel the static
And the hum
Of twenty different notes
And everyone is standing too close to me, leave me alone
I'm staring at the pattern
That I've been slowly forming
Red blood on white tile
Light-headed delirium
Oh how it spreads
Oh how it stains
And oh how bittersweet
Oh how I feel so much closer to the end
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning
If you repeat it enough, it loses all meaning