She Can't Write - Current

My purpose is to keep you in line.

My savior has fallen from the sky.

And my purpose changes all the time.

She cannot write you when she is gone.

My wanting — die — for ive got headlights.

Let this fall

It is not right

And i think ive got it now

Bodies once whole.

In fear of becoming a mindless idiot

Drone i will make a big deal out of this.