It tastes like the static of the TV
A continuous numbing void
That consumes all thoughts and dreams
There's no where to run and hide
The weight of it all is my confinement
And it destroys that last piece that ever made me human
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
It tastes like the static of the TV
A continuous numbing void
That consumes all thoughts and dreams
There's no where to run and hide
The weight of it all is my confinement
And it destroys that last piece that ever made me human
