Besedila: Park. No Signal. At Breakneck Speed.

Prop me up keep just one hand talking while the other slips underneath steals inches from me all the lights seem to dim on command lifting oxygen from eyelids calm yourself deep breaths quarter rest fill the lungs up in your chest careful not to strain the sound waves you'll save just might be that of your own voice breaking sounding out the word slipping over teeth and out through tongue slip down white knuckle the chair bring your eyes back to earth or whichever one comes first don't leave yourself hanging back right now feels as if it never happened why is my face all red why are my clothes in or blink me out you got such a great disguise you hide yourself on the inside clinging to the side of my mind where they'll never look to find you never look to see just what's inside of me running out with the wind quoting non but fool blowing out all my breath seeping in from somwhere east of here east of everywhere the silence is unsearable we hold our breath and sink our ships