take, drink from here I said
and slashed open my wrist
with my father's good knife
is there anything I wouldn't do for you
here we sit
like prisoners in a quarry
which only looks like a city
a light in the sea of darkness
...come and drink if you are thirsty
a closed vessel is this creature
in its earnestness
is a will to escape
from the treadmill of emptiness
- gottagetaway
In the blackest moments
when we have only each other
you speak cruel truths
and I want to strangle you
in the midst of this all
how beautiful you are today
even though the sky is made of waste oil
and rapists own the world
...how to escape from here
a closed vessel is this creature
in its earnestness
is a will to escape
from the treadmill of emptiness
- gottagetaway