The air is warm
and my hands still calm
We spin the needle 100 skies above
So pack your things
the train might come
Let's eat the passengers
and bleed out of control
A sharpened cry
just like a lullaby
You are a joyride and you are a knive
So unwrap your gift
and make me rise
I'm droping down like wine
in perfect ritual
The cracks on the wall and I'm still on fire
Watch me pray, watch me start a riot
I'm not supossed
to be like this
I'm not supossed to need you near
Come praise me
and forgive my crimes
If you could see me now
I'm still a mess somehow
But sometimes
the air flies by
It runs out of the window but I don't mind
You can take the flesh
but leave the bone
You are a suicide
You are my shallow home
The cracks on the wall and I'm still on fire
Watch me pray, watch me start a riot
The cracks on the wall, the cracks on the wall oh yeah...
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