Rycorice

A crooked face in the way of God-willed progress
Peers through my eyes and at times grabs hold of (My) feeble mind
A broken, twisted and pulsating wretched self
That tries to decide we're through

Proliferate the instilled cells of my weakness
My mouth's a wound that my brain just can't stop scratching
It bleeds in promise and it bleeds in ever-hateful lies
I try to hide in sight of you



Credits
Writer(s): Kostas Grammadas, Hoi-poi Farplane Wind
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