Texty: Volcanoless in Canada. Other. Kill Her.

Was I put on this earth
to dwell in all the traps they lay
to take my feet from under me?
Dont speak to me! Dont speak to me!

Im capsized by the constant obligations
Now value friendships by degrees of imitation
In a casket built just for me
Am I still alright?
Am I still alive?

Theyre making corpses of themselves
by piling the only thing that will make this better.
Its a shame to see
How hes bleeding the treason:
the reasons he killed her.

Your doctor. Your answer. Your cancer.
When youre following scum of the earth
Its impossible to see what youre worth

and whos been there for you. / all / your / life