Charcoal mesh can't mask bitterness The scorpion's tail a vine My cutting edge dulled almost flat There's history in the broken pieces That are quickly reattached There's memories soaked in gasoline that I can't forget
Without inside this other body, I am dead You can share my sins, but not the guilt Shuddering muted, replaced with glee And I can wear my demons on my fucking sleeve
The smell of fresh cut grass and the open night sky Interrupted within canopy A momentary lapse that I put away The hiss of intent draws closed Immediate from the inside out The seal purrs closed splash muted crisp Gouging the color to chalk, out of lives Die with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
