These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.

In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.

It's all in the hands. You put your fingers in your nose or mouth or eyes and get sick that way.

The perfume, all those dead whales in the cuts of her hands, it stings.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can hurt like hell.