Twisted Vines

Twisted vines Masking my vision I can't hear anything you say Over the birds When the wood talks I try to listen The ambiance takes my senses away Witness the crescent Threw the tree branches Look like hands reaching down to me My reality held together With a thousand patches I can't breathe unless Greens between my teeth Oh luv how's yo head? Mm How could you forget? My skin is made of plastic just like the voices in my head! I'd drink gasoline and swallow matches just to feel again Twisted vines Masking my vision I can't hear anything you say Over the birds When the wood talks I try to listen The ambiance takes my senses away