Sub-urban Tribe Dialogue For One
I feel stuck in here
I smell the stench of my own decay
I抳e been hiding out
though my fears and wasted years
are all exposed
there抯 nothing left when they抮e gone
Strip away my love
defuse all of my hate
peel off the smiles and moans
that I always fake
I抦 hollow inside
exhausted and numb
talking to me is like a
dialogue for one
A lopped off torso
I clipped my wings to subdue my soul
and I will harden myself
until I reach the perfect bleach
of soothing pain
there抯 nothing left when it抯 gone
