Woke up without any weapons. A martyr for a digital rainbow. Without

Arms my body's a graveyard. woke up in pale sunlight in a shadow where i touched a man. Woke up

Without any weapons, in the digital rainbow where i'm not fit to fuck, my body's a graveyard. woke up

Without weapons just hands carved out of porcelain story and the promise of safety and my father's long

Jailed soul. woke up without any weapons just the taste of the dust from a bible by the nightstand, another

Night in the arms of a ghost, under the sheets with a wolf. Woke up without weapons, without drugs

Without arms, without love, tossing and turning into the abyss. woke up without system, with no system to

Replace it with. no air for a songless horse, the red ripe gale with a kiwi voice. woke up without weapons

Just a hatred of system, just system in my veins. no air for a songless horse, red ripe gale