feeds in the shallows. Heavy of our tongue lay these words onto you, and it?s obvious: It?s nothing but sound. We push and we pull, And if we don?t
Innate submission, supplied for attraction, as lines are to form. Only to bury and dilute this all. And as it thickens by the moment until the crest
us now But what was the reason? And as we churn to writhe and wallow and twist into grins, All vacant shells of expectations grown barren and thin And some have known and
Inevitable and blatant allure contained in our realm, A degradation sees us subside. Singled out, rest assured, for these changes assimilate for become
and common to these years And punctured through the teeth These trickled words fall on their own, Oblivious they?ll be untold. Wilting in these ill past perceptions, Debilitate and
it feeds in the shallows. Heavy of our tongue lay these words onto you, and it?s obvious: It?s nothing but sound. We push and we pull, And if we don?
the looks on your faces, I bet you?ve never seen blood run this thin and cold. It goes down like ocean water breathed into the lungs, like glass swallowed and
Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and expand As it courses through their veins watch them erase Watch them erode writhing in some loss
the core. Fain into this squalor and agitation, it?s where we rove. It?s veiled now in your patience It?s nothing but remorse Failed as we have become and
It drives us from our path and suffocates as we are gnashing teeth into the arms that press us down. We try to recourse, redirect before we are run
Constrict and contrive as to derive that it?s a sure bleed out, in hopes of reaction. Inward, replace and collide as the warm runs cold and collected
disgusted by the ironic Plagued by obscenities plagued by hoarse laughter Bound and bled wander around these ideas of imperfections. The just and the
