The Art Of A Soft Landing (Moss)

I'm building a cage to chew things over, far from where the rats can chew my brain Losing the game and the deck's uneven - the building blocks of ruin I'm going insane with my eyes wide open, the stage has set the tone Chewing the pain and it won't stop breeding - it moves from square to square I've pushed my field, now it comes to this I've touched my dreams but still i bleed ...