You must be broken by a thousand ways of wasted time
Get to the point then off the hundred lines awake
No need to change my mind, that clean a shade of thinking time
But i seem to think more than i act upon those things

A scar was sewn a drop of blood was saved for making wine
Still no repent on how you crumble when i shake
A mental jaw was used to pry me from this wrecking barn
But the sad details or the promises that i make