Testo Clipped Wings And Bleeding Wrists Army Of Flying Robots
Voices buzz around my head like a swarm of fliesA dark cloud obscures all light
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Life passes by as I lay numb
Clipped wings, bleeding wrists, lowest point, fall from grace
There words shower down like shards of glass
Severing reason
Bleeding, hope, longing for silence
Aching for sleep, I lay numb
Poison the flower
Nurture the weed
Biting the hand that feeds
Nothing to lose
All to gain
Still I lay numb
