Twixn.... Is the name.
Twixn... Is the name.
Lyrics
i got a vulture on my back
that picks at the mast
that keeps my soul intact
i folded back this hopeless mask
and beneathe my skin
I glimpsed the instablility within
receded from sins, i cope
with light dark complex
Let the fade, grow till
i can't hear what song's next
this hole builds new context
and meaning to this shelterd life
as destiny fights
with boxing gloves and mental insight
ventalating out cascading lights
paranoia tapping into my skull...
with no cure in sight
this shell is my blight
for sale if the price is right
tagged with a broken heart
and soul coverd in termites
though it serves me right...
This vulture i bred on my own will
like a mouth full of cavities chewing tin foil
this desiese burried beneth my homeland soil
now i'm left here to contemplate whats real
