Bora

i bleed... those wounds won`t heal

i still can hear the melody of dancing knifes

loud, deep and sharp so i pulsate the pain

and fill the air with grinding dusty grey

you think you are that safe?

now deal with this when it backfires on yourself!

you think you were so great?

now how it feels to gulp down your own waste?

i`m still... i`m worn and i ignore

things planted into bowel of my confidence

this humilates, this ruins all we have built

no trust, no honesty, no open hearts forevermore!

i`m burst... i`m torn apart, and still i feel

the rolling stones down parched throat

i don`t belong and i condemn with all my entity

the stalkers of all times, all sorts!

you think you are that safe?

now deal with this when it backfires on yourself!

you think you were so great?

now how it feels to gulp down your own waste?