Lyrics: Piebald. Deflated.

i begin to speak but leave a sentence unfinished. you drop down my throat sour taste is left in my mouth. taste in my mouth. deflate. silence is my self defense you've hurt this little boy. i smell like smoke coz i got burnt, not cause it was in the car when you lit your cigarette. maybe you're right i guess you're right. you were always right you are always right.