Shot at Hard Air

Pressure to fit in, it's your skin by the wood or the brick,

drive a needle in. That you're still for one, not worth the

fuss. Your friends would lie to you. Take a stop, the feelings you

feel. You feel. Just like I was on your pillow.

On your pillow. Slip away no one wants you anyway. There are thugs

with a death wish looking for a shot at hard air. The rush inside,

little one. Don't worry there is always more. A little more. A little more.

Start to scream, fade to black, too late, no more. There's a lady