Watering Disease

Get away Get away, that's what they always say Though I can't relate I try and try and trying to undo So convincing all that way Though I detest I will choose to Choose to neglect all the thoughts of false communication Though you reject concentrating, contemplating on What they want of me What they'll never see What they perceive is burning in the grass Try to lose your own Confusion as melts upon your back And you resist in-tact So this is what you see Come and taste misery As it burns on my tounge This is this is dread I think I will for your thrill I think I'll try all this time Shelter me, bury me Get away-Rage Where we settle in the paths As I look as I look on back I realize The faceless dead