Lungs

You disfigured me So seamlessly Seamstress of sorrow Haven't you got a heart For me to borrow Borrow There's no poison in the water There's no chemical in the trails No obsession with throwing you Or your people off the rails It's a crime of omission they care not about your being Nor what any portion of your third eye is seeing It's only disposition paranoia and intentions Causing shadows in the dark To stage late-night interventions It's only disposition paranoia and intentions Causing shadows in the dark To stage late-night interventions Polite turns political a fight turns physical I say it doesn't matter we can't change it brother Different types of brainwashed we turn against each other Different types of brainwashed we turn against each other You retort with f*ck the system down with them the time has come I consider your point of view but reality I'm numb We can't take down the power so we work with what we have They aren't trying to kill us they just care about themselves Can you live with such a theory, no target on your back Can you live with such a theory, I think you're fuckin' whack Can you live with such a theory, no target on your back I call you out, I call you out, I call you You disfigured me So seamlessly Seamstress of sorrow Haven't you got a heart For me to borrow Borrow All I yearn for is to fucking burn Feel the smoke fill my lungs And Cancer line my gums My hands are shaking and I can't put my thumb on the underlying issues of inadequacy It's maddening, I'm blabbering haphazardly engaging in my Vices to the point of crisis and blood shoots beneath my eyelids Self-inflicted violence occurs in silence, Isolation incubates misery through my iris like a virus Seamstress of sorrow