Lines always lead to Hell
Boats eventually sink
Contour or parallel
Everything crosses a link

Why must everything come to pass?
My mind used to be a beautiful place
The diamonds in your eyes turned brass
I used to always taste your grace

Stripes to plaid
Earth to subzero
That's the only chance you had
Don't try to be the hero

I cannot survive out here alone
With you gnawing at my every bone