Hear footsteps creak the floor,
The shadows give away.
Someone outside the door,
Won't let 'em in.
Life damaged gears to grind,
A run down, broke machine
That steals your peace of mind,
Before you know it's gone...
Silence burning, hold your tongue
Keep us separate, sullen, dumb
Hiding in a darkness under.
Boiling to the surface, stumble fall.
A looking in view too long on the outside
desperate plans make sense in a low life
These things I hate in you,
Also reflect it seems.
Distortion laced with spite,
Takes you out of me...
Silence burning, hold your tongue
Keep us separate, sullen, dumb
Hiding in a darkness under,
Boiling to the surface something,
Crawling on your skin, discomfort,
Makes you break and run, stumble fall.
A looking in view, too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low life
It's why you never tell me whatever's on your mind
A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low life
It's why you never tell me whatever's on your mind |
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