Testo: Eve 6. Inside Out.

I would swallow my pride I would choke on the
rhines But the lack thereof would leave me
empty inside I would swallow my doubt turn it
inside out find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart it in a blender Watch
it spin round to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous
then I'm through with you I burn burn like a
wicker cabinet chalk white and oh so frail I see
out time has gotten stale The tick tock of the
clock is painful All sane and logical I want to
tear it off the wall I hear words and clips and
phrases I think sick like ginger ale My stomach
turns and I exhale So Cal is where my mind
states but it's not my state of mind I'm not as
ugly sad as you Or am I origami Folded up and
just pretend demented as the motives in your
head I alone am the one you don't know you
need me take heed feed your ego Make me blind
when your eyes close sink when you get close
tie me to the bedpost.