deep in my mind it seems so dark only a few venture there existing is a delicate thing some can hardly bare it it is so hard to see the air is heavy to breathe to you, all is silent really it is loud beneath outside you cannot hear the connections unknown to you are these endless sounds blue skies are just a mutation lies of your mind's creation eyes report what you want to see you get to decide observe but leave the ***** work ultimately, there is beauty in the weak rage is often ugly and raw maybe it is too late to care internal gore is much easier to hide not like a ****, these wounds do you know why?
Inspired by lyrics from "Exile Vilify" - The National