I am this hidden place, motionless within you
Piercing your disguises, growing stale
You know, the ones you defined with trust
Why now put them to waste?
The thick and thin—right through you,
This swollen tension rises. Provisions fail.
Below the grunge, a soul of rust,
Has peeled away down to the bone
Not a sliver left to shed
Corpse identity unknown…
Your fate would soon be sealed,
In the promises shattered
Those scars will never heal,
Until you’re debtless ever after
The lesions drain the lies
Out all except your mouth,
And how they cheer in awe
Witnessing your downfall,
The flames will not subside
When you’re begging on the ground,
Don’t try to climb the walls
The blaze won’t melt their frost,
However there is one way out
But you must pay the cost.
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