MORPHIUM (feat. Ross S-P)

The skin on your fingers torn with every word of wisdom Do you think you'd always do the right thing for the wrong reason The skin on your fingers burn with the flip of every page And it's worth it just for your recreational outrage But now I can see The divide spreading And our numbers thinning Why would you bite your own kind? Look around in tinted glasses Scattered noises up above and below Flip a coin, choose your side and Regret the dusty afterglow But now I can see The divide spreading And our numbers thinning Why would you bite your own kind?