Less and Learned

Let's fake faith in the end

Atone my fading friend

Alone you will depend

On your own competence

So take my twisted hand

And break it back again

I'm tired and I can't stand

Another accident

Try to take a breath through the hole in your chest

You're made for more than this

A key that we won't miss till we have use of it

Be my skeleton

Climb from hell again

I feel irrelevant without you listening