So few ways to cover up your wounds. Lost in a finger…

Behold the lost. Behold a Band-Aid. These shameful metaphors fought it through the teeth.

— Chevelle

I can't feel my chest, need more, drop down, closing in.

— Chevelle

Faceless, so little there to judge. Left wing let's separate the cold out. Opposites, we never need to tell one sting I've found I'm…

— Chevelle

This body's left the soul. The brain needs oxygen. Can't sneak around this bai.t His catacomb has got me by the chin.

— Chevelle

Some will learn; many do. Cover up or spread it out. Turn around, had enough, Pick and choose or pass it on.

— Chevelle

How dare you catch me counting? How dare you call at all? How dare you call it suffering? How dare you call at all?

— Chevelle

Do you want it enough? Do you want it at all? Should you need it at all? Takes a minute to see.

— Chevelle

So you say I'm ignored as it is, Well, give us your sad, sad trip.

— Chevelle

So why then has all my life made no sound and are your eyes closing even now? My life made no sound I fear…

— Chevelle

You used to run me away ll while laughing. Then cry about that fact, 'til I returned.

— Chevelle

Solitude, waste of a man. This fades as soon as the sun sets.

— Chevelle

You're right, I get it It all makes sense, you're the perfect person. So right, so wrong. Let's all live in your imaginary life.

— Chevelle

They say freak, when you're singled out, whe red, well it filters through.

— Chevelle

So lay down, the threat is real, when his sight goes red again. Seeing red again,

— Chevelle

“To breathe used to be another way I'd take you in”

— Chevelle