Look away and it fades - this cold steel of my will
Shake as I panic to wipe this off, but it won't come clean
Use all I have to try and grind through, but it won't come clean
These thoughts - sealed inside slowly eat through my
Mind and bleed out
Cracked paint on these thin walls, mock the smile I can't wear
These thoughts - sealed inside slowly eat through my
Mind and bleed out
They fill my ... Throat, and I choke
Look away and it fades - the cold steel of my will.
This stench on my hands, my skin, my breath, my lips, you can't wash shit off shit.
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