Pillbox

Carved into the corners

The shadows and the seams

Release this body

Tangled in the string

Carved into the corners

The shadows and the seams

Release this body

Tangled in the string

Just a ghost on the canvas

A puppet on display

Digging deeper in the Pillbox

When the seams begin to fray

Drowning in this body, splintered by lucid dreams

Black begins to blossom

As the noose swings from the tree

Carved into the corners

Of shadows and the seams

In the dark it lingers

Pulling tighter till I'm-

-Forced into submission

From the weight I bare alone

Eyes glazed with a porcelain smile

It's a play that never ends

Never ends

Just puppet

In this masquerade

(Ten thousand broken faces)

Ten thousand broken faces

Peering through vacant eyes

Is this the end of life?

Inside the theatre of lies

Voices in my head

Another pill it said

You cannot kill

What's fucking dead

Carved into the corners

The shadows and the seams

Stopped the noose swinging

as I fled the dark I see

You're just a ghost in a mirror

Puppet on display

Dig deeper in the pillbox

I've numb this hollow frame

Life with none to gain

Pulled these hooks from under my skin

We had our own path, of that you built-in

Chained in frustration, as patience ran thin

At fault with the world as you pulled me limb from limb

Pillbox

Life with none to gain