Crisis Discipline Of Degradation
seething in this red world i am nothing. thrown to the roadside i carry the death of the desert
on my skin. have you looked into these eyes,feel the cracks in my hands..from soul to skin i am
dry (and i am alone) i eat gravel, shakes in my stomach to drown the voices in my head. the
sun's too far away and you don't notice. crawling, i am worthless ( and i am alone)
...one and two and i see 2 faces below me and i see yours in both, but one is open the other is closed...
(there is no dignity, there is no grace, and i am alone) seething in this red world i am nothing.
sold to a false hope, now i just float along in this dead ocean (there is no dignity, there is no grace)
and i am alone in this dead ocean.
