Razor Blades
Lost my fingers when I found my fist
Flashing hazards, stuck on safety pins
Eyes wide and wasting wish bones broken in
I want it all but everything won't fit
Cut through the noises we know
Killing our darlings
We've got a choice to make
Safe at the end of our rope
Missing our calling
Rush to the razor blades
Empty boxes squeezing us to death
Haunted crosses breathing down our necks
A thousand cuts have the last laugh
I'm a mountain, you can't pass me up
Writer/s: Hidden Hospitals
