I've
been
claw
ing
at
the
walls
of
our
head
and
3
think
ing
about
some
of
the
things
I'd
said /
Just
a
3
lit
tle
self
ha
tred
to
temp
er
your
de
struc
tive
im
pulse,
on
ly
some
times
it
does
n't
work
and
it
ac
cen
tu
ates
them
in
stead /
And
the
blood
just
be
comes
white
noise /
We're
an
a
dult
now -
hide
and
seek -
throw
out
the
toys /
And
it's
not
e
ven
wrong
now
this
song
is
a
thing
in
my
voice
is
a
cur
rent
that
search
es
for
eas
i
er
paths
and