Scars to tell the stories. Carved into layers of white. Forgiving and forgetting. Reminding and desiring
Urge to get `em out. The system sucks it in More cuts to keep it bleeding. Drain everything from nothing. Regret what didn‘t stain. The white still longing for the grey
Longing for the grey. I give myself away Another cut could mean freedom to this mind
I hear the call. Feel the words I have to say They‘re just one breath away. Reject it all. They are like stitches in the skin. And take my breath away
Blank stares hollow out the sense. Of visions within words. I must but cannot feel The bleeding to reveal
Clocks deny the answers. A meaning to come is a meaning that‘s gone. But the scars will tell the stories. Reminding and desiring
Here comes the rush. Of sights to sounds Pulsating inspiration. Ink to the knife
Rip it open – Stain the white
A flood between the wanted and the forced A channel that connects what divides.Pleasantly watching it all turn to grey. I feel at ease once more. This final stain will close the wound that I‘ve adored
Another rush. This scar is fresh and burning. Pulsating inspiration. Ink to the knifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
