i know it comes from that tattered place beat broken but still throbbing to an inaudible hum but that's really you gasping giving up on life and here take it it's yours, my hand and you can keep it but that throbbing grows deep and we don't make it to the end and what if I find something there? how likely? but all I have to say is good bye, and you'll think but i'll think too and I'd rather be out of it if im out with you.