One, two, three!

Yeah!

Drop it!

Bones in the water and dust in my lungs
Absorbing, archaic, like a sponge

The ultimate way, is the way you control
But can you stay if you detach your soul?

Bury the present, and squeeze out the past
The ones who endear to never last

Chemical burns and the animalistic
I'm just another hard-line pseudo-statistic

Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I'm dying to feel this! (Dying to feel this)
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)

Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth
Trying to commit to what