Undertone the bitter especially in times of grace
Social salamander cut your nose to spite their face
Malignant relations always on the verge of collapse
These threats of amputation that never took place
( it never took place )

Stave off them open lines, suture up the past
A cowards way to ligature, forever losing limbs
( I just cannot face the mistake )
A glutton for punishment every time the smoke clears

Severe all ties to the lies that stick inside your mind
Like shit to a blanket, so soon to fuckin ' prolapse

Crawling back to the liar's pack in blissful denial
Can't change tack to counter act a worldview defiled
( some one hear this last cry for help )
On ice wearing ever thin, forever losing limbs

Lost.... Backed into a corner.... Bound

Undertone the bitter especially in times of grace
Social salamander cut your nose to spite their face
Malignant relations always on the verge of collapse
These threats of amputation that never took place
( it never took place )

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