Spine
Under The Fury
Grazing skin on stone â what has been done? Welts on my knuckles as I cling on Hide these crimes and I can't feel the pain Without a needle track the mapping of my vein One word from you moves tendons within me Oceans of guilt â yet you are free Time...Love...Age...Hope... (Won't comfort me). Blood on my tongue and the feedback in my ear Swims in and out but you won't disappear Now I've found purpose I'm no longer the man I crumble to dust as your guilt sets me free I swallow my own blood...I clear my vision I open up to you... so you can grip my neck and poison me with fury Under the what? Fury. I can't trust this. I won't trust this. I don't want to feel this way.
From Letras Mania