Dead Vows Worn Out And Choking
Limbs are all worn out from been dragged around.
Eyes, constant dry of sights same as lies.
You dragged me around for too long.
It’s blood on my hands and I’m gone.
Stuck in a race that is fixed, stuck in rituals that are
sick.
Sick of being the pawn, stuck in places I loathe.
Can’t breathe, the leash is too tight.
I’m strangled by razorsharp chains, chains of control.
Pull harder, please end this all.
The same as lies, the same as f..cking lies.
The leash is too tight.
