Dal

fined words fade above the snow
the carved out psychic stitch
the carver's all who wave surrender
through all tempers looking back
the skin begins to crack
those ever double jointed blamers
i’m closed off no power the will inside no peace, no feeling all disease around security
eyes divide the cycles
find a call who's never caught
belief heals over time decision
find the vice grips never freed
a crease upon one's debt
and never paying forward
hate what will we want with hate
what will be left today
when nothing's left to beg the moral
fate what is it left to say
who will be left to play
when ugly crippled eyes remain
i’m closed off devours the meat inside of me in freeing all afraid of life eternity
eyes burning of sorrow craving inside no teeth holding on nothing is left to be believed
fear what will we want with fear
the time bomb coming near
when nothing’s left to have or hope for
pain what is there left to say
an ancient plan to pay
with blood and shit tomorrow
shame we will be one in shame
until we play the game
that in the end will bring disorder
race what will be left to say
when nothing is the same
and all this shit goes under
sticking out behind the mask
kiss the mercantile abscess
rubbed behind each fertile blood
the fingernails are dirty
face the combination loss
then go towards the final cost
crippled debts gloss put over the soul unconvincing
i’m closed off devours the meat inside of me in freeing all afraid of life eternities