You watch me through the walls withered in my dreams and cloaked in make beleive. strip me of my sleep locked inside the mirror and paper back memories
Next to your grave ive found my home inside these muddy waters and i dont mind spending time here with you in this hole where im not bothered They
On the tip of my tongue at the strech of my arm Ill Keep you Tear this out mold it to your imperfection taste the fruits of are labour Take a Breath
