a tiny fire kindling in my fingertips
i pray to god the fumes exude into the air i breathe
if dread's a hungry predator, then i am the vulnerable target
caught by surprise
Track Name: sickly sweet
you lick the syrup off your hands
the sickly sweet the world commands
a thousand children's choirs on the train
uplift you but you can't outsing the pain
and how can i lift the weight of the world when my own mass asphyxiates me?
and how can i care when i know i'm digging my own grave?
i guess i could fake my death and live life in the names
of the ones so eager to pull me down to the ground
the tightrope sways beneath you feet
you let your body fall and face defeat
shattered upon impact, can you help but smile?
physical proof for the men who still sit in denial
Track Name: egodeath
kept alive by the will to thrive
grab the sharpest of knives and drive
this ego of mine