I'm finding it hard to hold it in. So many scars wrapped in lint. I'm finding it hard to describe. What is this feeling inside? And I'll know death when I see it, When I see it, When I see it, And I'll breathe less when I'm dreaming, when I'm dreaming, When I'm dreaming. Loosen up your strings. You gotta slow down I can't relate, All quiet and such to slip the gate. Circumstantial evidence. I fumble the blood and lost the prints. And I'll know life when I live it, When I live it, When I live it. Don't think twice when I give it, When I give it, When I give it. Loosen up your string. Sebastian Sebastian Sebastian Sebastian Sebastian Sebastian ... Sebastian