A lonely figure staring in the cold
Hands tied, eyes watery and dripping
How deep is this, how shallow can we be?
The birthmark on your face tells me we are three
Forcing myself to listen carefully
Your story has no bottom
It has no end
Curiously you were asking me to tell
I realized your sickness
Was feeling too well
By high your truce
By high your truce
I know you could go home all alone
Ironically you wrote part of this song
I still remember, I still care about
But integrity dictates my inequity
By high your truce
By high your truce
By high your truce
By high your truce
Brunk is a fetus
I suck at the pops of darkness
This is the after helm
I see the light
A thick black smoke stored in my cells
Coming out of me
Unprocessed, undigested
It dwells deep inside of me
Layers and layers of filth and stress
Fear is my enemy
Can I close my eyes and wish you go
Your presence is like gravity
A few days ago I was ready to go
But you caused this insanity
I have been through this before, all is said and done
It awakens my humanity
Repeat and repeat, I'm so weary and frail
How can this really be?
Now the smoke is clear, my ocean is calm
Here it comes all over again
How, how is this true?
Why is this, why is this true?
Why does
What is happening inside?
So clean up my closet, my sack is my home
I've been robbed and stealed by you
You've been feeding the fruits from my holy tree
Saturated the amber in me
I deal with fantasy, I deal with reality
Borderline psychotic, my nucleus is getting to me
Ten thousand demons, one thousand devils
Calling my name, schizophrenia
So the prophecy ain't over
I'm not aware
How can I help you out?
He will be getting a new body
But I don't really know why you are here too
But I don't really care what anyone thinks
But I don't care if I get disappoint ten thousand times
I just want to have a chance