You always say
That i’d stay blind if I
Closed my eyes
your words can’t change who I am, except mine

Eyes crying out
Cuts and bruises
On your face and your headspace
And yet you still got that dumb look on your face

We’ve inherited
The very thing
Nobody else
Wanted

We’ve inherited
The sentiments
We got from our
Circumstances

you fall down
And shatter
Let’s castrate
The bullshit on this earth

From phoenix
To crucifix
spread our wings
And burn, burn!

Arms reaching out
Cuts and bruises
On your own fucking headspace
And yet you still got that smile on your face

Cuts 'n Bruises

mid-fi music

email: lynchcon84@gmail.com

i draw, make sounds, fiddle with computers

Cuts 'n Bruises

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