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Lyrics:
Fair-weather thoughts are heavier now, as actions grow unhindered Mice and snakes live together, I’ve found, though it’s hard to tell the difference I can’t explain what is the cause, confusion generates a pause There is a monster in the closet of my heart
I am standing on the brink of a lie: that I think I can survive, That I can be, that I can thrive; but I am still a catastrophe
Worms still seek the moisture, the heat waits for more repressing But predators don’t want closure as long as weather keeps them guessing I thought myself once young and wise; now still yet young, but with no eyes It seems to live a wormless life I have to die
I’m running from the deepest part of me But violence floods my every capillary, streaming to eternity, screaming for security
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