When will my hands be clean of you
You're still the ants but i am fireproof
I hold my breath, you take a purple hue
Until my hands are clean of you
I am fermenting in negative energy
I am fervently inviting new enemies
I am facing impossibly narrow entry back into an atmosphere that nearly thrice killed me
I did not survive the third rotation
A concussion interrupted phosphorylation
It took another hard fall to heal my brain
Though I wouldn't call what I've been feeling completely sane
I'm still having those dreams at night
My blood pressure stays prepared for a fight
Now that all my dreams are dead...
When will my hands be clean of you
You're still the ants but i am fireproof
I hold my breath, you take a purple hue
Until my hands are clean of you
Ladies and gentlemen welcome back again
We're sitting here once more with Benjamin
People tend to love it when you're suffering
Well i've been working on it slowly like i'm buffering
I'm still having those dreams at night
My blood pressure stays prepared for a fight
Could I have my body back for a day
My legs feel like they've been wasting away
Now that all our dreams are dead
I can finally live life outside my head
When will my hands be clean of you
You're still the ants but i am fireproof
I hold my breath, you take a purple hue
Until my hands are clean of you
There are things etched in my eyelids I don't know I can face
But if i shake my head hard enough maybe I can replace them
ALL OUR DREAMS ARE DEAD
BE HERE NOW IN STEAD
There are things etched in my eyelids I don't know I can face
But if i shake my head hard enough maybe I can replace
There are things etched in my eyelids I don't know I can face
But if i shake my head hard enough maybe I can replace them
When will my hands be clean of you?
You're still the ants but I am fireproof...