Trachea - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Leave your bug eyes locked on me

Give me time, let me breathe

I almost fell out of your window

And changed your history

And all the lies I swallowed whole

Brace the line

Between your eyes

Cross the tightrope tonight

If you feel the bullets fly

Before they even raise their guns to you

Don't ask why

Secrets kept, your lover wept

I remember what you said

And all your clothes you still collect

Brace the line

Between your eyes

And cross the tightrope tonight

Constant regret

I dive into

In folded armchairs

And the time it takes to self destruct

And all your fucked up souvenirs

Brace the line

Between your eyes

Drag your tightrope

Though my windpipe

Tonight