A river of sins coursing in my veins you’re slowly creeping under my skin Your hands the firing pin I beg up to my chin to release me oh! my king ‘fore the adrenaline swallows me within
Of a brewing silence and buried emotions we’ve built a house walled with doubts our interior decor layered with rancour Scattered ornaments cloak our armaments Oft engaged in aphonic wars We rack up our scores in crystal-clear jars
