Here, nothing left to fear.
No one to comfort you here,
just a puppet on a string.
You are lost.
Outside of your sphere,
nowhere to escape here.
Just a puppet on a string.
You are lost.
Moaning like a baby moans, hunting where the monster roams.
Rooms are moments, rooms are homes,sickly rotting catacombs.
Make you believe that you choose, nothing left for you to lose.
Preaching what a diary proves, chain locked just above your shoes.
Make the priest cover your eyes, darkened damp and dirty lies.
Fumes and tablets, natural high's, counting all of your goodbye's.
Adoration makes you stall, nothing left after you fall.
Stuffed and sewn up like before, spluttering and wanting more.
Here, maybe when we're in this world,
we'll pick apart at our dreams,
instead of pulling away from what it seems,
to be here.
Maybe when we're in this world,
we'll pick apart at our dreams,
instead of pulling away from what it seems,
to be here.
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