Dragged behind closed doors, turn a blind eye to the full picture.
In a room full of mirrors smiling right back at him.
A picture painted perfect of a web they once weaved, aligned with decline.
Shattered glass on the floor to show him where to place a thousand fine lines
One for your failure
One for your self denigration
And another for penance
Before him stands resentment, sour tastes and disorientation
Before him stands resentment, sour tastes and disorientation
Stray from the swarm,
Weed out the weak,
Embrace being the black sheep.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Cut the rope, a thousand serpents fall, reclaim contentment.
Tear your letters into fragments
Shatter the blade
Untie the knot
Find allure beneath the skin again.
Shatter the blade
Untie the knot
Find allure beneath the skin again.