Pucture

I would never lie

Defy that I’ve crossed the line

Have you ever felt this way?

Or does it come too late?

Believe me, I’ve been there before

And it’s nothing I want to restore

They (…so ungodly) feed on my pain

Freed?

I never felt so deceived deep down inside

So strong, so hard-hitting

Cut the crap, stop bullshitting

Listen to the puncture sound

As all our lives go down

They (…so ungodly) feed on my pain

Have I crawled enough for your eyes to see?

Your world and how you critically perceive

The weakness in me I loathe to contain

Tell me should you or I explain?

They (…so ungodly) feed on my pain

(won’t bleed for you more)

`Cause I’ve had enough of this

Like life is a wandering bliss

Seen all this before

I hate what I adore (repent?)

Punctured like a freak

Is all this shit for me?

Sow but not to reap

And just a follower of the sheep!

Content?

A struggle for nothing

Never believing

Caught up inside of trying to become:

Free of all cause!