Blade, blatant calamity
nondescript hypocrisy
sink into your capacity
with fine lines drawn in gravity
you have walls
you have knives
that you use to cut through
all of your buried abuse
you have it all
tight in your hand
and you disconnect to protect
your head lies deep in the sand
pain, drink down the remedy
spilled on your dress
bound for catastrophe
what a mess, what a mess
run, like you have never run
feel your legs leap in motion towards the escape
you can't escape
when you're clinging to the cause of these mistakes
you have it all
tight in your hand
and you disconnect to protect
your head lies deep in the sand
