Plasicage - Skinny Puppy

Glass.

Grasp a moment shattered.

A lock on the door.

Scraping demon trapped

Resides starving for freedom.

All my strength’s to keep inside

Tear it down.

Tear it down.

Tear it down.

Tear it down.

Tear it down

If I could move heaven or hell, I would

(Note: extremely distorted)

To summon heads rush.

All perception’s void and meaningless.

Anti fathoms life.

In

Spite of it negate all feeling fractured.

Mock.

Deplore.

Naming reverse.

Reverse

Viewing.

Empathic lesion surrounding the guilt cannot deny

Tear it down.

A process to describe.

Whatever truth means nothing

When (For an, foreign) adding (addict) no results, time’s a shallow (shovel)

digging

Through the mud thrown out so expectable.

Intentions not up front and the shit

that

Never faced reflects the sliver of god’s face and looped a flaw rotates forever

Unresolved

???

sure to die

I’ll think about that