Failure to breath has got this buzzing in my ears
Slowing down time, seeing everything I say
So worried about my voice
Pushing me farther away
When it's really this
This feeling
Rushing up and clenching my neck
I'm getting real good at holding my breath
Yea yea
Ooh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Because
My hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I need a release
I need a release
A release
My hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I
I need a release
A release
Think it's time to deal now
I'm ready to cope
These years of tolerance were me tying my rope
On the house, pretty little pictures litter the floor
I cut around the pieces that I adore
Kindling for an ignorant future
True euphoria's emotional sutures
Yea
Ooh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Because
My hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I need a release
I need a release
A release
My hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I
I need a release
A release
My hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I need a release
(A release, yea)
Because my hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I
I need a release
A release
My hands are scabbed and mangled running this machine
The fuel's expensive and I
I need a release
A release