My hands are coils. When I'm asleep they wrap around my face and teeth. I just never breathe easy. I'm afraid of what you'll take, but if I let this out I'll be speechless. When it starts to fade and all the locks break. There is a flood in my blood. You'll be a mess when the shit hits the fan, so I'd be honest. With friends like these who needs a reason to leave? I'm a mountain pass where all the mountains pass. You cut right through me.