A rip that turns right into the front
Lasting, fading
Staring in the beam of the sun
Blinding, bleeding
I can remember the conversation
A drastic change, shatter the gifted
This brutal dress, by my hand only
By my hand, forever damned
A rip that turns right into the front
Lasting, fading
Staring in the beam of the sun
Blinding, bleeding
Shame - Your pitiful views show me
Nothing - I'm your master
I'm not done with you yet
Bare none from the seedlings
Hard cover resides in me, in me, in me
Hating, biting
Delving on the construct
Hating, biting
Delving of me