Skin Shed - Argyle Park, Circle of Dust, Tommy Victor

Heavy in your hands

Guess I should have known

Manipulation for one of your own

Now it’s time for suffering

To shed the skin to which you cling

A relic of my everything

Is all you’ve left to hold

I see no answer I should have known

I see no answer aggression in store

I see no answer one of your own

I see no answer comes to a halt

Falling — letting — crawling — shedding

Leave me what I am

A mere shell of a man

… take …

I come at your command