Freesignal - Beanbag

I have a reason to live. Can’t take away from me!

The car drove past at a hundred miles

It threw a bag in the shape of a body that read

I’ve got time and you’re wasting it here

She knew these words and placed her body back into her bunk

She dreamed of better spaces

Like the ones stuck in replay

Ejected from her morals

Her mind told her it’s sane, it’s sane

I’d like a signal that I receive

A clearer picture than my TV

A static free emotional sound

Breaking through all the darkness that surrounds me

Towns seem to compliment her style

She trys to swallow a sinker with the hook intact

Probing her heart with words of fabrication

She torments herself but that thin line to heaven is strong

Her feet can barely function. (she looks around)

She’s breathing from one lung. (she looks around)

She’s just convinced to die, to die

She says «that word» which cuts like a knife

Coming from your TV is a message far from truth