My weight this pain and anger
Expose it, mind turned outwards
Poured through my dirty fingers
sharing pain and bliss, my ocean
I take my art offensive
we're all alone
broken hearted and insane
nowhere to go
strangle my voice and you have it
a gray oppression
wrap my eyes and you have it
a mind control
so sick of hiding in and out of narrow lines
I'm choking
call me abrasive itÀs all I know
insatiable, born with a taste
that set our frozen lips to fire
doomed to feel with such intensity
we must create