Bite The Hand



stripped down and the ground is so damp
and the trees look around for the sunlight they mention
Tears fall from the mildew of morning
so dust cannot live when it's placed in its hands by the ocean
it can dream of becoming glass like the sand
Flames dance on the wall in the house that is dead
scared of what it's becoming
as water laughs at the heat that's emitted
now a flame cannot burn when it's starved of the air
that a human must breath in order to hear it's own lies
See the place where I'm bound
We'll take these comforts so I may drown
dig out all my shame leave the dirt for the world to gain
Rain falls like a bullet that's fired from a gun that is wet
'cause it's unprotected now
rust forms in the barrel now
You've had the chance but your mind is gone
and the rust erodes away under your skin
Well I am on my hands and knees!







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