Shed your skin when the arm is a noose and a limb. The dividends. The venom wins you are a part of it. The things we choose to call an accident. When your thoughts are incredible friends, that's when they leave you high and dry again, misfortunate. We thought he slid in safe on the road he's going down but I can't keep up. The venom wins you are a part of it. The things we choose to call an accident. If your creator, he filed your lungs with smoke, did he do it to make you love the air? If he saw fit to reduce your world to a drug, did he do it to show you that you were loved? A friend to your left and you know he was better then or am I holding my breath again? Mistakes to your right, if you learn to regret them, you won't make them again.