Faced - Such Gold

This just started

I’m loathing it

This feeling has left me dry, cracked, peeling like arctic winds

This just started

I’m loathing it

This feeling has left me dry, cracked, peeling like arctic winds

Face your inner self until it ends

So violate me all this waiting

So fucking high on paint we can not paint things

Chose to breathe in the smog and forget about the fresh air

It just started

I’m losing it

This feeling has left me dull, downtrodden, and sluggish

To face your inner self until it ends

So violate me all this waiting

So fucking high on paint we can not paint things

Chose to breathe in the smog and forget about the fresh air

Pardon the lack of company when scenes switch at the flick of a wrist

It don’t feel so good to be dismissed over and over again