Trial And Terror

cover yourself with everything you can just to walk outside

buried inside an artificial tan with everything to hide

positive this can't be right

well january's cold and february's colder

but i can't stand to hold her anymore

and now that i am older

i wish that i had told her

cut yourself free

please abandon me

before things get really bad

things get really bad

don't blame yourself for my curiosity i swear it's not your fault

a trial and error tragedy, these bitter tears i swear they're filled with salt

positive this can't be right