Swear we are birds of a feather
Now I'm a magpie chewing on a finch
If you have no idea what will come of this
Then what's your ploy in sharing a name?
Swear we are birds of a feather
Now your feathers are under my skin
Under my skin
Plucking and pleading for mercy
Why am I so pathetically squirming
Say we are trees in an orchard
Well I'm the blight in the green of your leaves
My greed is just so disturbing
All the hatred is rather concerning
Sleeping with both my eyes open
Sleeping
I'm disturbed by your control of me Disturbed
Slave to the feelings within me
Slave
I'm so sick of you, my stomachs churning
Cursing the spite
I ride the beat in the fray
My own way
Burning em-path
Wait until I am a monster
To teach me the perfect lesson
Tear me down, crawl beneath you, walk on me, don't look at me
I am lost
Through my hands
Your grasp became sand
Deemed ever grand
Yours the change in formula
Feeling my soul escape
Fraying
Ephemeral
Lightning
Faster and faster
Again you taste the light change
Pulling up the dirt
Brand new winter hurt
Pulling up the mast
Attempting to impress
Forfeit the cost of your vision
Let
Always the changing conviction
Me
Rarely the finest decision
Go
Guess you're not ready to listen
You cannot fend through the mass
Let
Switching you visage to match
Me
Slice your hands and drench the lands
Go
Let the humor flow
I am lost
I'm so cold drain my life of all warmth
I am lost