The air is full of your breath and sweat and the pressure is choking me like your hands on my throat.
Gather 'round me, now.
Gather 'round me once again.
Walking through this sea of bodies I feel their breath on my neck.
In my eyes all these crowds are torn.
Torn between myself and left behind these eyes.
Left Behind these eyes.
Agoraphobic and loathing the world outside.
In my eyes, this is a burden, in my eyes.
I just want to take your breath away, I want to make you bleed, I want to hear you scream, as you die.
I just want to make you bleed.