Crawling in my skin, these moves they will not eat all.

Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real

Oh

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.

Consuming. Confusing. This lack of self-control I fear is never ending.

Controlling. I can't seem to find myself again

My walls are closing in

Not a sense of confidence

I'm convinced that it's just too much pressure to take

I felt this way before

So insecure

Crawling on my skin.

Oh, come on.

I mean, you know if you hear the bumper music,

I either really like them or somebody died.

I swear, it's like the colla, it's like somebody

sitting around saying, I'm going to find out all of BK's favorite bands and singers, and I'm

going to make them kill themselves or die tragically. Sucks. Can't take it anymore. How's

everybody doing out there? Of course, that was Lincoln Park.

B.K. here.

Coming at you Friday, Pacific Coast time.

6 p.m., just about on the nose out here on the West Coast.

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