Smiling
Wretched eyelids hiding
Trauma, mass despair
From the fickle chords within your throat
This carpet like gravel
This consequential voice in our heads
Passed down through generations
And generations to come
Your mouthpiece drip feeds you all
Piece by piece your head will roll
Held together by a thread
Held together by a sinew
Thread
Pulling the strings
Pushing limits
I'm warning you now
You can't stop this
There's a dread on your own in the dark
In the middle of the night
It sounds false but it follows you everywhere
Take broken pieces of an otherwise perfect home
More often than not it's illusional
Hanging
By a
Sinew
Hanging by a single sinew
Thread
Pulling the strings
Pushing limits
I'm warning you now
You can't stop this
Save yourself
The trouble
The guilt
Brave yourself
Embrace yourself
Save yourself
The trouble
The guilt
Brave yourself
Embrace yourself