Ruptured cyst my scar tissue
my skin once again is not thin.
Bled dry I know where eyes
in the fields that hide they sin.
Confused by a scream I seem
lined up sewn at the seams.
But the laugh I won’t deny I
have seen this calm in a dream.
Take this kick I split like this
in a moment I’m gone again.
Blame the moment or your
choices once yes my friend.
The tears I’ve cried before
are gone and I do believe
the wind breaks over me now
and the pain never leaves.
Hear my voice feel my hand
my love of love I command
an alter of sinking sand makes
me a sort of an immortal brand.
I know all of the fall I’ll draw
down this bottle of grain alcohol
broken tune I’ll try to call fall
down do bridges down this hall.
But I grab my duress in this mess
and I have figured more for less
this video in my mind I see stress
the value of my purpose I suggest.
Servile thread in my head dead
next is the mix I fix a bag of tricks
that serve to perturb the nerve
you want the doctor to nick.
But I conquer the draw you saw
in your face my dear full of grace.
I motion to all of the minions
every single thread every trace.
Your heavenly gates seem to mend
where the fake faces try pretend
the facade is great to debate but love
I do ways you make me feel again.