Yesterday, My [Papercut] wound took me [One Step Closer] to a heart infection [With You].
Your [Points of Authority] were [Crawling] in my heart, leaving me to [Runaway] all [By Myself].
[In The End], I'm looking forward to the next step for [A Place for My Head],
until all this mess up are [Forgotten] by my mind.
Now, This [Cure For The Itch] is [Pushing Me Away] on [My December],
so I'm gonna recharge it with such a [High Voltage] source.