Album: Pi Nature
I have paced around this garden
I have drawn a breath of memory loss
I have breathed in and forgotten
To contemplate the cost
In my hands and at the ends of my arms
Bleeding from the wounds I seem to glorify
And held to gather all my blood if its warm
There my bonds are tied
This submission is my only sense of bliss
My addiction is repetition of worthless fucking things I’ve tried and failed
I have paced around this garden
I have found all of my inability
I have eaten what was rotten
The fruit of instability
Im still waiting for someone
To tell me why I’ve set this fire
To my hopeless fucking life of lies;
Told cause Im afraid of myself
Terrified
Never knew fear, now Im terrified