fad

[roobusta]

so you're weak and trite and I'm whole,
and they emptied out long ago,
cause it's a new trend,
and I don't fit in,
with your touch on the pulse and it's dark when it beats,
not letting up the walls,
so I could carve outside of my own shell, and I,
I turn to you and you,
close your arms so now I will lock the door, lock the door
lock us in, before you kill it again