The Drift
I see the blades
They are spinning
I wonder how it feels to have them brush against my skin
(Oh, let's have some fun...)
Have I grown so numb?
Perhaps, I won't feel a thing...
I'm so sweet, like a cake; want a slice?
So sweet, so free...
A hollow sack of trash, don't bite into my soul
You'll taste the molds festering inside your bleeding tongue
I'm a cremated body taken by the wind
Radiate a permanent smile on my face
They are spinning
I wonder how it feels to have them brush against my skin
(Oh, let's have some fun...)
Have I grown so numb?
Perhaps, I won't feel a thing...
I'm so sweet, like a cake; want a slice?
So sweet, so free...
A hollow sack of trash, don't bite into my soul
You'll taste the molds festering inside your bleeding tongue
I'm a cremated body taken by the wind
Radiate a permanent smile on my face
Credits
Writer(s): Marianne Mhasvi
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