Dearest helpless Intent's not as bad as the action Take a breath to distort The fear in your eyes I don't mean it to hurt But every time I hate you I
Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes As a death from old age becomes nearer Why can't the livestock be free When trading soldiers for steak
Contain yourself I will compress What I am to Replace yourself With what you have Your substitute Only wanted a piece of myself Steam will rise Esteem