Extraction, a need for information Cold stare, precludes the devastation Pre-planned, meticulous Knowledge base, a knowledge base Silver tongued, latch on lies The human condition, is what I despise
Crystal rim, brought up to crimson From within I release a smile, A lie that defiles, a lie that defiles Salt rubbing on a swollen lip Cracked and broken A crimson crevice set into my jaw From a fight I hadn't seen coming Memories flash, a hidden agenda Punctuated, I reflect to the fist And face in the floor
My gaze cuts to the truth, for it is written Forced within walls, of self incarceration
Will I let it be free, as I give into the Feelings I, the feelings I The glass now broken, in my palm, cutting to the bone
I have I lost all control Not even the Xanax now ground into powder I bite can help me get a grip on this world
Now we stare across a canyon made of liquor and lies Biding over, time until we dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
