I can feel my sight
Falling out of line
Wondering how to stop
Flinching at a drop
Break this frosted glass
Granulated crash
Wish I had forgot
Silhouettes I'm not
Breathing in all the flakes of rust
And I can
Feel the pain settle in my lungs
What is this thing I
Wanna break tonight
I'm grieving on for the death of trust
And I can
Feel my heart starting to adjust
What is this thing I
Wanna make tonight
Look at my face when I turn to the creature
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Look at my face when I turn to the creature
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Look at my face when I turn to the creature
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Tired of my thoughts
Trauma can run hot
Convoluted thread
Wrapped around my head
Blurry echoes of
Unconditioned love
Safer in this bed
Safest when I'm dead
Breathing in all the flakes of rust
And I can
Feel the pain settle in my lungs
What is this thing I
Wanna break tonight
I'm grieving on for the death of trust
And I can
Feel my heart starting to adjust
What is this thing I
Wanna make tonight
Look at my face when I turn to the creature
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Look at my face when I turn to the creature
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Look at my face when I turn to the creature
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya
Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher
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