oh, you look so alive and you feel it in your bones it cuts you from inside, and it won't leave you alone and you're fighting by yourself, you just can't gain control closing eyes and fading health, now you're just a dying soul witness to the empty hand shadows stain the page fill your jar with faces and keep it closed with hate i am sick, i am cynical i've been waking up at night everytime it starts to fade i can feel another bite
