Ink Orea - In Between lyrics

Mirrors and a hairline incision. The cut-throat shape of a vine. Mending all that rests inside. A carry-on of all that you see. Ensnared violently. In between. Strands of inner unrest. Foresee the condition of these hands. There's nothing for you, nothing at best. A carry-on of all that you see. Ensnared violently. In between.