Pull the curtain
Bring wall paper down
Like the burn of the oven
A note which knows no sound
One gram short of a pound

And all that jazz on sky beams
Or on cat walks its all green to me
In short your growing into silence

A voice that cant be heard
20/20 but I am blind
Leave what you think behind
With half a distance of a distance you
Will never arrive
In short you're growing into silence
A bed which you have made
I will continue to support you
You think you cannot be out smarted
(while you fuck me)
I'll keep my enemies close
While I fuck you too

Tension that comes from every
direction, a pull without a release
Its good to know you feel the need to contract, upon the very words in which I failed to react For this is why I cannot let this bitterness lie, virtue is my enemy with the devil at my side He sits upon my shoulder, as I sit upon your words Awaiting this consumption brings my level down to yours

When an eye is milked for all its worth
How can you ask why he weak must cry?
We've seen too much in this holocaust
W've unintentionally, internally brought upon us
Actuality Bringing us down to earth