Your words have hit me like a ten ton steam
Hammer, bitch...
... cutted me in two, have pulled me down to kneel for you
You freak... indeed, our battles made me weak
You freak... mendacious bliss in all you seek
Qhen you are falling your wounds are calling
You need to hurt to feell free... right on
Who knew what I ran into– demons that
Returned to you
A weak, fake fall or helpless need inbred to
Sponge our bleed
Free are the ones who can choose and
You know there is nothing to loose
Follow me into all misery
I choose you to reveal my exit wounds
Fallacy composed my harmonies
I want you to unscar these crying wounds
My exit wounds
