Slices across my face, like knives
There to drain me of my blood
The red rushes throw my veins
If only there was a support, a savior, to lift me and release me of these burdens that hold me down like chains
I crave the deliverance of this curse
Erase the miles of despair that has shadowed me
Two, three, four faces in the vast distance pass by like ghosts, blurs of memories that will never arise again
Now they are opaque visions that circle my thoughts
Two changes, one chance,
A blur, now a pristine sketch of reality that may shift who I am, what I was, and where I’ll be.
Song Inspiration:
Vince Stapes – BagBak
Radiohead – Black star
Kevin Abstract – Use me
Tyler, The Creator – GONE, GONE / THANK YOU
