Testo Senses

Stop. Now.
Dive from the moon
and crush the ground

Eyes. Shut.
They're vacuum-sealed
just like your lungs
and climb my veins if it makes you strong
but I'm tired of eating these mountain rocks

and kill my senses now I don't mind
cause if you want death, darling, death you'll find

And I've been numb
and I've been lost
and I've been swimming underwater with the sharks
I sold my heart
to heal my soul
and all that I got in exchange
was broken bones

And now I'm dying.