She held the scissors to her gut/Said all the voices were destroying her and she had had enough/This wasn’t something of routine/I watched it eating her in trying to retrieve an opening/I was alive when I dozed off/And then it time it all went wrong/I didn’t mean to be involved/I guess that people are as evil as the things they call upon/She held the key above my head/I didn’t seek it but it found me in a fetal state and said/I will not guide you lest you ask/Then something in me started spitting out these questions seeking paths/I was alive before her call/I lost my mind inside it all/and now I hold an aching head/I guess some questions are best left alone to float among the dead/she died before I made it home/she just decided to let go/I couldn’t bind her to a name/her spirit wanders like the water of a roaring tidal wave/I carve her symbol in my flesh/I have unveiled my emptiness/a silence beats within my chest/I am the seed of broken beings who now fiend to live again
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
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