Tekster: Dead To Me. Cuban Ballerina. By The Throat.

Feel, don't watch the mercury drop
Things fell apart and then I turned and stopped and said
I can't go on anymore like this

Save me from the tired hums
The crooked stares of the broken ones
One by one, let's watch them all disappear

I used to climb up to the attic at night
I'd end up in the basement screaming
I'm floating above all of you now

It feels like now they've got me by the throat

You make it sound so sincere
I never believe what I always hear
I never thought I'd see the day
They've got me by the throat
I'm force-fed all the answers
My paranoia spreads like cancer
I'm so far from all my problems now

So I packed what's left of me and I'm leaving
These city walls are closing in on me
Take me back before it all began
Before I'd run and before I cared
Sometimes my best just isn't enough

It feels like now they've got me by the throat

You make it sound so sincere
I never believe what I always hear
I never thought I'd see the day
They've got me by the throat
I'm force-fed all the answers
My paranoia just spreads like cancer
I'm so far from all my problems now

All of the things that I've left behind
Have washed out to sea and soon comes
The day that a hard rain falls on me