Aching for fact, still as blind as a bat
How did it come to this and which way is back?
Filled up with riddles of the shallowest kind
Brought down and violated (they're) after a piece of my mind
Blue blood inside, turns to red as it dies
The air we breathe is out make sure we're cold and dried
Killing our damn selves and cutting the cord
This type of damage
Only a few can afford
Full eyes, overloading with light
Stretching lungs nearly splitting so full of night
Pure skin slithering to my lips
This jawbone changing form
Dark as it drips
Silence roaring in the blinding of black
Contorting limbs are mutating with every crack
The demon builds till the edges are filled
Turning back is not an option in this womb of midnight drilled
Killing time till the six foot slab drops down
Wasting mind on the pleasures that really aren't
I'd be fine if I only had it all
everything, affluence wall to wall
A dripping sexuality on ice
A closet full of guns and whores and life
A needle to encapsulate my heart
And cold machines to tear this place apart
I don't want to touch you
I've got nothing for you
I am nothing of you
Yes, I must say I'm above you
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