Smiling on the way down through hey no dont talk to me no matter what struggle , wrath what the fuck are you doing here? time to waste away , a little bit of death you cam in said knock knock honey you dont have the time left jsut keep talkin and sulking a little confusing maby oh please god, oh baby you stole my id today What little bit is left a coursing red race through the heart and torn in two but you still give me the 1 2 and never let the little bit thats left into commit in all its theft to take my id today To conspire against and rise to offence the trite an warm gooy yummy sticky little bit that seems so nifty and naughty in the back of my brain under the cover of unconsciousness and left to betray myself and told to steal my id today and only the that black nasty thing is gone and took whol heartedly into my eyes and through the sinapsis inside my neural nightmare only that i might be come a little bit better if i stole back my id today