The heated needle pierced the skin

The rusted knife just collapsed straight through

Right at the edges of the spine

Felt cold and lonely

Realizing this only goes as deep

As the skins perceived by you

And the Feelings lost in the Jet-stream

Constantly weighed down

By the Feeling

Lost in the air

Of the constant lying to yourself

And the fear that's translated so

Deliberately against us

Not them X2

I'm free X2

I can feel it in the

Shed blood

Snake of Trachis

Things are so much harder

On you

You and I both know why

Yet you keep insisting

Caught in the ever growing breeze

We found ourselves

Cracked lips

Dry hands

And the Feeling lost

Its lost

And i don't know when

It'll be back

Felt the coldness

Dearth of meaning

Of being sold out

For a pat on the back