Backfoot

Treating problems with pesticides
Fulfilling my desires as I glide
Gardening in a yard of cyanide
Introducing views that forever lie
Blinding lights and respiratory cries
Lead by fried nerve endings

Wondering where my last home will be
Or if I ever will be blessed with one
Recognizing past life lovers
With hesitated reciprocation
As my backfoot exits the edge
As my backfoot exits the edge

Choices, Choices
Light switch
Null and void
Must avoid
All responsibility
Death is slowly approaching



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Bencomo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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