Wince

I'm fighting God with each breath
Interrupting intervention
You'd sleep on needles instead
But you can't relieve the tension

If we sleep again does it pause and cogitate
Will it leave will it cease can it abdicate back to normalcy
I could scream I could spit on the ground
And my compatriots would sound no complaints
No restraint no one bound

Putting sludge on a stick
I am positively filthy
Haven't seen you in days
Didn't feel the need to ask you if you're lonely

When we meet if if pleases you to see me
Can we touch our heads can I play dumb can you be reckless
Like children in the mud before we winced at sight of blood
If I regress is that enough it must be deplorable to want that



Credits
Writer(s): Tobias Otten Hattemer
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