They call you the Lizard
Dedicated to his art
You're doing well
In making her life a living hell
I draw this line
Crossing it will just defy
The chance that you still have
To turn back and run as fucking fast as you can
Things seem so distant
When seen from this angle
From inside your head
Where there's too much to handle
You hold on too tight
With your fingers all white
From both ends of a candle
You slowly dismantle yourself