You've been clawing at my back,
To feed the woven madness you can't control,
Lies underneath the skin,
Hanging off the sharpened tongue,
I feel my hands slipping through my own blood,
As the skin takes in shape,
I'm just riding off the fumes,
Next ride that comes will have the fuel,
I'm losing sight, I'm losing mind,
Give in to chance,
Would it be different if I was you?
Now the scars begin to form,
And the soul begins to puke,
With little time, and little grace,
a little taste,
The only pain I need is truth,
Paralyzed, numb and cold,
Now the devil has a grasp on me,
Running around in a circle,
We all run in circles,
Will you find me?
Sewing flesh once it gets torn,
Do you feel that this truly worth it now,
As the light shines through,
Destination to the clouds,
You hide behind the mask of your fortune wealth,
Like a charming cobra,
You've been clawing at my back,
To feed the woven madness you can't control,
As the skin takes in shape...
©retroletgo
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