he just smoked my eyelids, and punched my cigarette
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
Sooner or later you make a mistake
I'll put you in a chain that you will never break
Legs and arms and body and bone
I pay in blood, but not my own
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect.