Along the cracked in floors
Dripping on the floor
There sits a doctor
Murder samurai
Hit numbers calling
Gave up all

Old eye
Shy nose on the wall
A cracking membrane turn
The message
Those eyes
Warn and pull out the young

Eye
Why arms creak
Wishing higher
Caught the point
Whore introvert
Maybe she'll have a chance one day
But the world watches with heart
Rid her arms out
Rip her arms out