The wrench
The shivers that begin and proceed
They use me destruct me and rebuild me
The cold that settles down
Leaving my corpse at the cross
It fills me in
Can't wait
This subtle picture
The instincts that vanish
The bonds that yield
To the ever-present vacuity of my area
I'm on my knees
Crawling up to my dreams
Keeping the needle in my hand
A choice to make
Three minutes to eleven
My head runs out
The dark violates my eyes
My hopes have gone
With the combat I ran from
The ones I've left behind
Getting to scarf my courage
My conscience is masking the clues
I'm left digging for scars
Cheloids sketched on my chest
No one is here, no one
Nothing either
Besides the bitterness
I plunged myself into
There is no one
Can't stop those feelings
They'll k** me dead
Remains, tattooed on my forehead
This overwhelming reality
And a sentence that runs my mind
My bones are the built walls of my haunted house
These ghosts will k** me dead
And the wrench
Drawn on my heart
Will avenge the sins
Whilst the dark appeases my eyes
I am the one who ran from our fights
There was no one
Nothing either
Besides the bitterness
I plunged myself into
There is no one for me