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Appetite
Why is it you ike the feel of bone?
And your essense lays empty?
That you wont feast and enjoy
You want to feel hollow, like your mind
My mind craves for more, your mind rejects
And spews, your sick
No one understands and I'm trying to
Sometimes I just want the attention
But never the hollow woe
I wish this empathy would just stop
I can't give you what I haven't got
I'm fascinated about the way of your brain
But sometimes sorta selfish
Then I'm not like you I haven't felt it
Control is all I spin and tear down to blame
I blame it on you yet I can't fit those shoes
Don't you understand you're dying slowly?
But my death is even slower, I step into hellish flames
Can I borrow your eyes and see the beauty as dying flesh?
It pains me to see you up on that peddlestool
That stool that made you who you are today
Wishing those boots would stop kicking your head
You're driving deeper into control, tredding on
and taking the foot off the peddle
when you release there's less control than you think
Your spinning and crying
Only one thing stops you
helps you breath again
it is a barrier in your life but it gives you a mission
maybe a cause
I can't speak, I have none
They tell you of a disease and sometimes
its ignored
you want to scream, but no one listens
they think you want the attention
and tell you to give it up
everything you've worked so precious for
stripped
what do you have left?
There's no felsh you ripped it from your bone marrow
Shining white, maybe you can see inside
and fix whats wrong
You had a life before but it's another entity
Another girl
Now your this fucked up child
Hope you can find some wire
Only you can be the mechanic
Or is nothing wrong, is everything fine?
How can I tell if I don't know myself?
Those twisted brambles lie in your wait
they say they are frightened of you
but they are frightened of themselves
So they pinch and attach themselves to your head
more voices having arguements in your mind
leaving you alone now, you say your happy with this life
the brambles, or the bandages don't understand
its your head that needs fixing
but so does mine
no immunity is needed, there is no disease
I wish they could understand to help you
But I think your doomed
Unless some how you find a filter to the gap
