Grazing skin on stone what has been done?
Welts on my knuckles as I cling on

Hide these crimes and I can t feel the pain
Without a needle track the mapping of my vein
One word from you moves tendons within me
Oceans of guilt yet you are free

Time Love Age Hope (Won t comfort me).

Blood on my tongue and the feedback in my ear
Swims in and out but you won t disappear
Now I ve found purpose I m no longer the man
I crumble to dust as your guilt sets me free

I swallow my own blood I clear my vision
I open up to you so you can grip my neck and poison me with fury

Under the what? Fury.

I can t trust this.
I won t trust this.
I don t want to feel this way.