Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor.
Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors.
And we are never leaving, this place is part of us.
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch.
Tuckinator comes out as fireworks shoot from all over the stage
My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy.
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
Blanket the windows.
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
Your eyes can see right through me.
These fights with your arms left beside.
It's one thing and one more says goodnight.
You've got the map come get to me.
These knuckles break before they bleed.
He hops into the ring "I accept your challenge"