Get Out Alive
After the hit, Sherlock had felt a bit better. He wasn't allowed a full hit, but what he had, had helped a bit. After the next song, he very nearly collapsed; he was not going to make it. These songs were about Mycroft; the fat git. Sherlock knew that once Mycroft confirmed Sherlock's absence, he would stop looking for him. But Sherlock didn't care; he had stopped caring long ago. Sentiment was a chemical defect found on the losing side.
Without a sufficient hit, Sherlock ached for something; anything to stop the numbness. At home he could always get a blade or knife. He would shiver as the cool metal touched his skin, then it warmed and became blisteringly hot where he just cut. When the blade came up, covered in the crimson liquid, he would stare at it as it dried slowly, wondering what he could do to see his fathers' blood do the same.
Again, the bass is what shook him out of his thoughts.
No time for goodbye
He said
As he faded away.
Don't put your life in
Someone's hands
They're bound to steal it away.
Don't hide
Your mistakes
'Cause they'll find you
Burn you
And he said
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
This is my last night
She said
As she faded away.
It's hard to imagine
But one you'll end up like me
then she said
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If I stay
I won't be long
'Til I'm burning on the inside.
If I go
I can only hope
That I'll make it to the other side.
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If I stay
I won't be long
'Til I'm burning on the inside.
If I go
I can only hope
That I'll make it to the other side.
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If you wanna get out alive
Oh, oh, run for your life
If I stay
I won't be long
'Til I'm burning on the inside.
If I go
If I go
Burning on the inside.
Burning on the inside.
Burning on the inside.
He finished the song with a flourish of his hand and took a slight bow. Sherlock would so love to tell Mycroft how much pain he had caused; but he would just make him come back.