[00:13.25] There's no injection for this, the aching in your lungs. [00:22.96] So bite down, but even vipers mind the venom lacing their tongues. [00:36.28] Puncture wounds and almost no colour in our skin. [00:46.52] And we smashed every vial of the cure. [00:52.31] Aren't we vicious when we're backed against the wall? [01:00.21] I wish you'd just passed me by and we went about our ways, [01:08.44] Instead of this bitter exchange of poisonous words. [01:39.86] If the sting would tear you inside out, [01:44.63] Wouldn't it be worth just holding it inside? [02:06.72] Revenge should be honey on our tongues, [02:11.53] But it's turned to ash in our mouths. [02:16.52] Empty out the hives of our honeycomb lungs. [02:28.18] Don't we all want to be left alone? [02:54.83]