Aftertaste

This is the everlasting so long from every head, For you to always hunt me down again. A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds, Breaking the pieces of ourselves again. And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door, Drive me dead, waiting

all the good that you discover in people that you hate draw them close and pencil thin then they're easy to erase you've got it down just feed them lines and watch them starve to death keep them crowded and short of air then you can take their last b

These bare walls hold a familiar theme In this my home and happy hell The pain I've seen within this empty dream Locked and barred inside myself Caged and leashed and smothered in fear So round and round the chamber spins You can sink or swim in a se