Texty: Mat Musto. Euthanasia (Youth In Asia).

I must be too late,
I loosen up and look at the doors in front of my face
It must be today
Read the clock with the sticky notes you made.
I?m unattended here as a super glued tape decker beats your name.

I?m running out of time,
Were running out of time.
I feel like I?m climbing to heaven,
and I?m locked outside.
I feel like I climbing to heaven,
and I?m locked outside.

I ran all night and day
only to find that I was running in place.
I can?t sleep at night when

I evaluate conceptions of becoming away.
I tremble in fear scraping the sky with my finger nails.

Ana-lyzing the freeway
because the light at the end of the tunnel is just another train
and now we model the word ?anxiety?
and I made it a phrase.
I pulled my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away.

I feel like I climbing to heaven,
and I?m locked outside.
I feel like I climbing to heaven,
and I?m locked outside.