Seatbelts Off (Let Go)

Tonight will be

The last time that I think of you.

How could you?

Is anyone here human?

I'm on the bathroom floor.

Screaming as I die some more.

It's a slow burn. It's a slow burn.

It's a loss of control.

So murder me.

Over and over.

It's a drunken blur. And I'm

Alive but not living

Anymore.

This is a loss of innocence.

Cheap sex and faceless friends.

It's all wrong, all wrong.

Seatbelts off.

Let go.