I'm carving the centers out from my hands
I want to know what it feels like
To see and feel
Martyrs pa**
And legends come with a bad taste
d**h comes, I promise you
Maybe our only honest moments
Are the ones after we swallow that pill
When we swallow
Nothing to see
Look me in the eyes and tell me what you believe
Nothing to see
I was never your and I never will be
All the poets have given up the craft
They're mostly drunkards now
I can't find blame in it
Silent and Still
Picking at my nails
In hopes of finding anything
Suturing my tongue to meaning
My head to the floor