Know we want to find you, never don’t want to see your love
Know you will comply we’re looking down on you from above
Know we want to buy you, never don’t want to see your love
Restraints are around you strapping you down like this because

Yea, reaching is everything in time
So when you are exposed you will be fine
Yea, looking across the wall, no-one wants to
Be that fanciful creature

The father of a disabled man who was murdered in his home by drug addicted teen boy today declares I’ve been to hell and back.
Set fire in his mind to a feeling of dread and hopelessness just looking down at his brain damaged son james who was stabbed 102 times
And since james was just fifteen at the time his father felt an urge to exact vengeance and he flayed the boy to death in front of his open fire. The boy had bled all over the carpet and he just stood there and cried
He was now the killer on the loose, no reason to buy another rug for the house, he would rather face the release of death than go on living in a world that is hopeless and full of this kind of hate

One might look to the backup plan
See there some reason to stay on your course
Re-live some days that aren’t real anymore
Or sink into the future

One: reaching is every–thing that you would want, just letting your hair down, pulling your eyes out
Two: seeing that your waiting, is this what you want? Just pulling your skin back seeing your flesh crawl.

Three, four, five, six
Three, four, five, six