Lying there on the desk, 

You look relentless,
As I serve up my service,

I'll serve my sentence.

Little twitches runa round you,
As you complicate the sound,

We cant understand you,

But run and hit the ground.

Your skin burns the table,

Your sweet and steal all the air, 

Willing to do what we're able, 

And if not, we wouldn't care.

We'd burn it anyway, 

Kill the air everyday, 

And lay, lay, lay,

All the way down. 

The time was running out,

The closed eyes coming ,

If we can make it through this day,

At least we're making something.

The evidence, I will see right through,

As I dance now through deadened windows,

Constructed meekly in my mind,

two mutual lives it hinders.

And we'd burn it anyway,

Kill the air everyday,

Say, say what we want to say,

And lay, lay, lay,

All the way down.