Lyrics:
She doesn't want us to seeShe always knew that I would come backIt's a matter of preparingShe still might have some memoriesA good thought to hold on toAnd then it might come to lifeA new pretentious jargonOf a weasel concept I triedWell I tried toCall this a good hurtHoly shitThis is why I absolve my conscienceNo one else understand my worldThat's why I'm feeling the slippageI know there is something about to comeTo comeCall this a good hurtHoly shitBut now I say Ok anywayLying quietly on her clean bedFaces turn into neutralitySeeking to contain, seeking to control