Acretongue These Soft Machines
These eyes tell lies
They hide what should not be free
Believe what you want to see
These hands draw plans
To escape from a devious deal
A wound they can never heal
These lips
Let slip
Revealing the signs you've missed
Were sealed with a devil's kiss
For something that starts off so soft and so clean
We abuse and misuse these soft machines
There's no in-between
For something that ends up to hurt and mislead
We'll feed it with mistrust to plant a seed
The rest we don't need
This skin - within
We hide what we want to feel
So scared we won't ever heal
This heart - soft part
Things caught in the web it weaves
Will die if they cannot breathe