Exit Row

There's no doubt that I'll sink my teeth in Not without depleting everyone around I'm a seen-it-all type, not easy to thrill I keep plants indoors, so I have something to kill I'll conjure up the worst of me To sing a song so bittersweet There's no doubt that I'll sink my teeth in Not without depleting everyone around I'll come out of hiding just before dawn When tea tastes like pencils, I've been stirring too long I'll offer up my aisle seat In this exit row for the sad elite There's what I know for certain I know that I'm not wrong Suffering has no purpose Round Here is an almost perfect song (Almost) There's no doubt that I'll sink my teeth in Not without depleting everyone around I dragged my body to the desert's end To mine for words in this abandoned head But all the vultures that surrounded said Was "Flesh is flesh whether live or dead" --- Exit Row - Touché Amoré