Cut Before the Death Scene

Override, getting caught in this override, Letting you here to blur the lines,
blur the lines between you and I,
you and I get so uninspired.
Fill the room up with cyanide
Take a deep breath and shut your eyes
Shut your eyes from this eerie light,
What's this eerie light shine for?

I can't surrend,
I've been through this before.
Don't cut before the death scene
'cause their pointing every finger at me.
I don't remember why
I stayed away so long.
Don't cut before the death scene
'cause their pointing every finger at me
So brace this wind and take this...

Override, getting lost in this override,
in writing you off I plagiarized
Every line that I memorized,
memorized for you.
Can you dim these lights so I belong?
I tend not to belong.

What should I take
to dodge these migraines?
The walls you write on get erased.
What should she say
to kill these migraines?
The walls you write on
and the canvas I became for you.
Washed over and erased.