cut hands

I can tell you it's an answer
It's what you're after from me

I keep you floating out in dead space
You're coming unchained from it
Let me fill you with an update
Fuck you, I'm okay, now what?
You imploding is the outcome, your running systems failed

Your eyelids getting heavy
Not pulling me out of my grace
You feel no longer steady
But not wanting to give up
You're running out of pennies
No pulling me off my plain

I can tell you the attention of which you fish isn't coming
I see you clammer at a dead vine, there's no one online, sorry
You might need another update
Fuck you, still okay, now what?
It appears you hit a crossroad, as your whole outcome fails

Eyelids getting heavy
No pulling me out of my grace
You feel no longer steady
But not wanting to give up
You're running out of pennies
No pulling me off my plain

Won't get me out of my grace
(Won't get me out of my grace)
Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
Hack me up, hack me up, cut me up
Hack me up, hack me up

Eyelids getting heavy
No pulling me out of my grace
You feel no longer steady
But not wanting to give up
You're running out of pennies
No pulling me off my plain