Wednesday

Slow to fade
Incomparable state
Knife wound, cuts deep
Instantly you'll age
Hand of the god that
Forbade sleep
A Touch to the shoulder
You'll fall down weak

Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre

Days of old
Never seemed so sweet
You say life's like that
Its poetry, quite bleak
Stared through the tiles
For what seemed like a week
Solitude became me
I Felt the sudden tilt

Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre
Like a circle with no centre

Left without knowing
No face nor name
My age of wisdom
Innocence came cheap
Far from resolve
Ill Never hesitate
Fuck this becoming
On Silver platter of pain



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Writer(s): Alex Morris
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