Testo Falling Through

Sugar on my lips
Hands holding my head
On my way up falling to my death
I don’t want to talk to you
It’s my last day
I don’t wanna talk to you
I got nothing to say
Cracked bathroom tiles. Walls are paper thin Strings are broken my arms carry everything
I don’t want to talk to you
It’s my last day
I don’t want to talk to you
I got nothing to say

Take the floors that I’m falling through
I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof

Take the floors that I’m falling through
I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof

Take the floors that I’m falling through
I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof
Take the floors that I’m falling through
I’m a man of war. I’m not bullet-proof