Black Box Truth don’t come easy on suicide’s edge You say it’s so easy/Wielding a sledge Kindness and love is protection from me Can’t fathom the past I don’t want you to see My heart it seems is swiss cheese and shards Keep it together. Always on guard I remove the armor when you say you care. What the fuck happens when there’s nothing there? You can’t be aware when you are nowhere. And you can’t love somebody who is not there. I am dead. A ghost is me. Go back to the one you’re hoping to see. She’s a ghost too and you’re alone Fact is I’m used to me chilled to the bone They’re gone but me, I’m holes at most And I know for a fact you can’t love a ghost. It’s tough to move forward when you’re here and gone. Easier some days to give up and move on. My image is just a projection on me. I’ve no fucking clue who I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to transform into sunshine and dreaming Soul vomit I swa-llow without screaming To think I can stop swallowing pieces of me Will I crash and burn if I try to break free We’re all fucking ghost/Afraid of our lives Spend all our time scheming and stockpiling knives. On the socio-path and I can do the math But I’d rather be swallowed than lose what I have This old dirt road I keep on walking Is paved with lies and I don’t feel like talking