I draw a fever lying under your skin Float through the lock while you're holding

It in I hum in the gaps where your logic hides

I bloom in the cracks you try to deny

I sleep with the lights on just in case Truth has a shape I don't want to face

Your voice is velvet on rusted steel Too soft to fight, too sharp to feel

And I drip from the ceiling, flicker the lights Thread your thoughts into sleepless nights

You chase control like it's on a leash But I know the sand beneath your speech

I'm not a wound, I'm the need to scratch I burn the maps, still trace your tracks

I'm not the flame on the match on lit I stare through smoke but won't admit

I draw a fever lying under your skin Float through the lock while you're holding

It in I hum in the gaps where your logic hides

I bloom in the cracks you try to deny

I'll bury you deep in disciplined breath But you're the echo inside my steps

You dress like truth but lie like art I never knew how to tear you apart

I draw a fever lying under your skin Float through the lock while you're holding

It in I hum in the gaps where your logic hides

I bloom in the cracks you try to deny

I bloom in the cracks

I bloom in the cracks