Coughing inside your coffin like at the bottom of the sea Onside you're breathing too numb for asking so i will leave it outside your door Warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day Some lights were shining not much for seeing but you'll be leaving the way you came Shot shooting Shot shot Shot shooting yourself again for what To taste all the waste Flare flakes a flower a burnt-out shower no one can see you were needing too shy for asking So I will leave it outside your door pulse stalls uncut But clotted when you had thought it would force a flow Some lights were shining Not much for seeing but you believe in the way you came