I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want closure
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want your trust
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want free love
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want existence
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
We’re all one hundred percent
Alone
We’re all one hundred percent
Empty
We’re all one hundred percent
On fire
We’re all one hundred percent
Flying in the sky
We’re all one hundred percent
Next to death
We’re all one hundred percent
Nestled within a winking tragedy
We’re all one hundred percent
Only you and me
We’re all one hundred percent
Starving our little egos with Epacac
We’re all one hundred percent
Brazenly unemployed
We’re all one hundred percent
Scared out of our little wits
We’re all one hundred percent
Running on the fumes of our history
We’re all one hundred percent
Pricking out our eyes
We’re all one hundred percent
So ready to die
We’re all one hundred percent
Next to a beautiful end
We’re all one hundred percent
Totally incomplete
We’re all one hundred percent
Clamoring for the door
While we’re all one hundred percent
Trapped in the burning backseat
We’re all one hundred percent
Asleep at the wheel
And we’re all one hundred percent
Eager to keel over
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want closure
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want your trust
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want free love
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
I only want exit
I only want existence
I only want to close the door on you
I only want exit
Brittle silence shatters
And all my silence is smattered
Upon a dull hill of faded desire
I burn it all in the fire
As we rest on the broken stones
And spoken bones
And the slivery smoke of a thousand burning houses
Expires like a night light
And we awake in our own darkness
Dead dream like a fading furnace
Like an eerie insight in past tense
Like an anxious memory
Like a shattered,
Silent light