Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Screaming me over and over and over I leave
Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces i'll
Would leave you with babies and everything
Songs about
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it