Fleshwounds - Wastewalker

My eyes are blind to the love received, thin skin peels easily, I can’t wait to

hear more about my wasteland journey from you!

You seem to know me all too well

You’re the expert on my life!

I walk a different path, shunned for my passion, but I forever laugh,

and I’m forever lasting

A mile in my shoes equals a smile you cannot lose, you wish you could trade

your life for mine

You wish you could grow half a spine

Every arm reaching up to bring me down shall become another severed limb in an

every growing mountain of corpses, I climb this mountain higher every day,

my psychotic smile showered by the blood spray

You’re the expert on my life, every word that escapes your lips will be force

fed back until you swallow it, every word is worthless, just like your world,

you live inside a glass box, seeking refuge from your refuse

When life intersects with art, cold knives dissect my heart, ignorance is truly

bliss