bleak cycle
signs of the swarm
a life of deceit cycles its way back digging deep into me
a hopeless act of innocence slithers past
forgetting the consequence
this lingering bitterness emerges to reinfect the cleansed
it's just a matter of time before these scars rip open
this foul fucking taste in my mouth reminds me why i sewed my lips shut in the first place
these sickening reminders of everything
these sickening reminders of everything leave a foul fucking taste in my mouth
now let it run its course
feel myself sink lower drowning in misery i can't feel anything
a life of deceit cycles its way back digging deep into me
a hopeless act of innocence slithers past
forgetting the consequence
this lingering bitterness emerges to reinfect my life
i've cleansed all ends yet it's fucking here again