Now the world turns worming by
I can face this bloody sky
Turn away from it to you
Suck the poison do it too
I can look into you, see the place
Where your life turns ugly on your face
That spits oozing out of its grace
It never comes, there is no love
but still I lay around waiting for something to happen, digging down through this body and replacing what was once something you cared for with nothing but pieces of plastic and paper mache hoping that it will somehow get you to see me if I can just turn myself into something beautiful and artificial like you
There is something I find a way to
Let out of me every time you
Say the words you say to me
But yet I turn away from life each
second that weaves another web of
scar hold closer towards your far
and still I’m left here standing waiting
for the end of your god damned burning
And you know what? I’m still here waiting for the opportunity to show you what I am made of, but you don’t care you just continue to take your train rides along those tracks like wax paper too thin and I can’t find a tunnel but you continue to insist upon on but until that time that I am free I will lay here and so…
Now I’m carving smiles into my face I’m tracing frowns into my arms
Bleeding born and battered now
Bruised and bashed in stutters now
Find a place where ice it reigns
Escape the hell of one more of your days
My body prays to your temple
That reeks of flesh that’s turning mold
I can’t escape this it’s too strong
The grasp you have makes what’s right wrong