Intake - Spineshank

Quiet smiles, what you hide

Product of frustration

No regrets for what you feel

Don’t pray that it’s mistaken

Crawl, starting the machine

Embellish everything that made you want me

Crawl, starting the machine

Regret disgusting thoughts that made you want me

Separate, what you see

Has given sight new meaning

Letting go to use the drug

That’s really left you fiending

Open your hand — Close your mind — Now it’s real

If you could open up that light socket up in your head

What would you see?

Damn, but it’s been closed temporarily

From that it’s so sudden, feels like you wanna close

Your motherfucking eyes and take a look in the mirror