veins.

my veins were burning so hard
that i could hardly tell you
how many times i've been in hell
and came back to tell the story
through my eyes
through the way that i move
the way that i look
how many times i've talked to myself
to explain that peace and love were the same thing
my veins were exploding in a way
that i had to leave you
with the feeling that
when i look
i burn out.
when i move
i melt down.
how many times i've been in hell

and had discovered that actually

it's cold, blue and quiet.

then you gonna figure out that

when i look

i'm asking the meaning of the universe.

and when i move...

when i move.

when i move.