Pagan Lorn Absent Minded
Let my thoughts freeze Let me feel not Wax on their face What they hide behind I should not be here I should not be there I should not be at all If I am What is then? I go and seek Go and seek When you look in the trench Can you see me die Drilling my mind in yours Take me up Take me up I jump through the mirror I fall on the other side Emptiness I remember I feel so clean I feel secure A smile on my face A nice shine A personal lie This person is coarse Trembling within my corpse Putting a hole in my mind Glowing pain to find Can you hear the refusal to grace See the hook in his face Can not stow the anger Can not size the pain It hurts so good Relapsing into relapse
