Choke - Lyrics - A Split-second

Break down, turn it around hear the sound of laceration the suffocating devastating roaring of crowds dealing with the same vile people, same old bores get your head caught in revolving doors Perfume, make-up it's a joke crucifixion in stiletto heels muscles and conversation, it's a joke hatred forges nerves of steel Choke the days and drown the nights Taking off the city harness throw up in the kitchen sink cut while shaving, smashed the mirror longing for another drink strange surrounds always drive me up the fire escape