Dying to live, trying to fit narrow Dying to live the definition. I won't be conned, I won't be ensnared. To tell you the truth, you make me sick. To tell you the truth you still have nothing. You are violent but I feel nothing. Your entitlement- I owe you nothing. I watch you deflate and I see nothing. You're not my Saviour this time.No. No point in trying to fix this narrow snare. You're still slack-jawed, listless and soft. Man of virtue. I will hurt you. And my heart is too cold And I lack a gentle touch And I do not exist as a constant to your crutch. I disregard your moral failings. If you couldn't get it up. And my heart is too cold And I lack the sympathy. It's too small. It would split if I would give you what you need. The constant to your crutch, if you can't get it up. You're failing. You can't control the clutch. I lack a tender heart. Can you function with no backbone? I have no consolation. I'm running out of patience. Can't control the clutch. So soft and slack-jawed. My conscience is crystal clear. My conscience is fucking crystal clear.