Burn Off Your Fingertips

Orange Island

Compositor: Orange Island

now it's getting hard to see through all of the blood
and all it seems to smell like
is the raw stench of the rust that the needle clings to
as the fishing line begins to bind to the other side of me
the chasing silence side, it's truth through silence

you see I'm sewing together my lips
and it's just because I'm so sick of who I am
and, oh yeah, I've cut off both my typing hands
do you think anyone will notice
do you think anyone will ever know that other side of me
the chasing silence side, it's truth through silence

it just finally felt right to go from the life of the party
to that guy who just sits in the corner and stares quietly
but it's hard and it sucks when your legend precedes you
my legend precedes me