Lletres: Grade. Bleeding Warm & Newly Dead.

If bound by complication
The ratio of my exaggeration
Is all mixed up
Is all mixed up between

Meters and miles
Meters and miles, yeah
Meters and miles, yeah

The measurement of the situation
Is a diagram of a useless escape plan

The defeat is
Bleeding warm and newly dead
The defeat is
Bleeding warm and newly dead

And even if I drilled enough holes
In your head

The diameter would not let enough oxygen in
Off your brain to think