Victims - Intellectual

[Intro]

I'm the victim to my silver line

Fingers holding mine, the slow descent of closing time

Oh I can be right if I take the open eyes

Hide in plain sight

Where were they when this is what I wanted

This is what you wanted

As clean as one can start up from nothing

Oh bring me back to nothing oh

No I can't see

I can't see no I can't breathe

Oh if you left me

Won't you take me back for once

I can give in too

Oh I can't breathe

No I can't