I have turned into something you wouldn't recognize
I've grown into someone that seems to specialize
In alienation and self-propagation
My wrists have cracked, my bones have been broken
My fingers twisted into knots, but my voice has never been spoken.
Sitting here holding hands with my mistakes
I've perceived and been deceived by many fakes
Dying again from lying again, to my family, my friends
But still refusing to give in to all your past friends' dead trends
Now I can see, from my room filled with smoke
A violent storm brewing right off the coast.
While the machine grows hungry from churning, converting sinners to saints
Aware of the skeletons, the secrets, hidden only in our deepest lakes
The darkest part of our mind, kept under lock and key
Kept hidden, kept secret, made unaware to all we see.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
I have turned into something you wouldn't recognize
I've grown into someone that seems to specialize
In alienation and self-propagation
My wrists have cracked, my bones have been broken
My fingers twisted into knots, but my voice has never been spoken.
Sitting here holding hands with my mistakes
I've perceived and been deceived by many fakes
Dying again from lying again, to my family, my friends
But still refusing to give in to all your past friends' dead trends
Now I can see, from my room filled with smoke
A violent storm brewing right off the coast.
While the machine grows hungry from churning, converting sinners to saints
Aware of the skeletons, the secrets, hidden only in our deepest lakes
The darkest part of our mind, kept under lock and key
Kept hidden, kept secret, made unaware to all we see.
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