imperfections

I've been
Running in quicksand again
Like when
I can't remember where I've been

They call it amnesia
But I feel nothing
Anesthesia

The colors change to grayish hues
Day by day
Without a single God damn clue
Trapped trying to find hope
Amongst the xs and the os
Is this the path we chose
Stuck inside the ebbs and flows
Motionless inside the webs that we wove

Like a spider
Sinking it's fangs
The poison burning
Through my veins

I play the victim well
A forgotten inmate
Inside a cell
Losing faith
In my own hell
Between the lies
I tell myself

You poured the gas
I struck the match
To burn down
The walls around me

Bathe my body in kerosene
Maybe I'll finally be seen



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Martin
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