Come brush away these fists and I will tell you

Everything

I hope you know how long I'm under it

All
Then bury me where I fall

Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines

Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines

Questioning if I should even be here

I won't make the same mistake

And taking to bed all these things that I hate

I will complain, I will complain

A bleeding light has made us all just want to wash

Away

And best believe I want it blinding

Under it all I black out holes and glorify disguise

Still draining me from all this strife

Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines

Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines

Questioning if I should even be here

I won't make that same mistake

And taking to bed all these things that I hate

I will complain, I will complain

Stare at the sun

Staring at the sun...

Questioning if I should even be here

I won't make that same mistake

And taking to bed all these things that I hate

I will complain, I will complain

...Bury me where I fall