You try to breathe more deeply

As your mind flows, twisted out of your head

Stained from all the sins you know

All the flaws you discovered

Living one from another

Does anybody care about anything you know

You’re hanging, you sway, you’re running away

You scurry, you’re the son of a loaded gun

You’re a black hole disguised in the middle of your iris

You’re a suffering silence

You’re a hypo, you’re a vein, you’re crawling on your fate

You’re a whore once taken for a saint by mistake

You’re a glitter of the fake, you’re a cumber on your way

You’re a suffering silence

And you feel like a splinter in your brains middle

Waiting for a change that’s never going to come

You’ve shut the door, heart broken, things left unspoken

But do you have a glimmer of where you really go