Creepoid
fingernails
Like black tires on the road and bitten fingernails in a bowl... Itâs my desolate search for a soul thatâs taken me all night. Like chalk lines on the floor and knowing that you wanted more. Like a fish thatâs bitten through its lure, it used to change my mind. Something alive has torn the sky. Like a beautiful piece of art, or a fat sad bloated heart... Like a shot taken into the night, your favorite place to lie... Something alive has torn the sky. Unlace your disguise - itâs mine.