Stress Communion

Pure sensation taking hold, nausea and acceptance An agnostic failing youth, where does he turn to Inhale, exhale your desperation The splines been worn out, my voice is growing thin Cut it off Every string of stress communion Falling towards the sky Cut if off I watch the time pass by to wither out Both eyes on the horizon, claustrophobia kicks in Cause for living getting dim, afraid I've never dared Now I let it all in, communications – needless and done For what it's worth I'm trying To pull this splinter from my skin My medusa is watching, her eyes seeking mine Jealously she keeps me close, keeps me avoiding Rest a aside, will I ever come to closure