this is the sound of tooth against bone against cheering crowds and broken homes. this is the end of my rope, so bite down...tell me how this concrete tastes and tell me for the last time that you're sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you struggle; broken, bloody and barely breathing. the truth is, there's been an autumn in me and it's been that way since may. yeah, i've hoped forever...diminishing myself with my unconscious. this is the end of the line...and my shoes, ripped and ruined from running, have finally found their final resting place at the base of your skull...and once again someone's left to clean up your mess.