You bring me to the precipice and force my eyes down soft sound trajectory is hard ground
A hand on my shoulder weighted calmly but intentions are never what they fucking seem
Swear I was only 14, thinking not for me but the little cunt that was festering inside me
I’d say I was a victim but it takes two to decide on the meeting place and the time

Oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell
Suppressing your face, keep your distance please
They’re reemerging, the reasons and the complications

I thought I left you far behind, but it turns out that you’re in my emerald state of mind
Rendered subservient to the parameters you’ve placed on my behaviour
Looking for redemption lurking in the darkest corners of my failed interests
Wearing abrasive masks to remove dead skin, self-flagellation on the waste within

Oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell
White light, white light, just be a little more blinding
Force a corrective vision and remove the refracted agony

I
Won’t
Ever form the truest version of myself, and it’s all because of you
I tread atop the shell of a potential self, one without a need for what you took from me
And now I
Roam the world in search of it

And now I roam the world in search of what you took
And now I roam the world in search of what you took


I’m not the one to place a bet
But I’ll put a buck down on the fact you fucking love this
You’re not real, just a filthy apparition
Manifesting from the guilt I hold too deep

You emerge from the guilt I confined within cells
I’d kill you, but I’d have to start with myself

I thought I left you far behind, but it turns out you’re in my emerald state of mind

You bring me to the precipice and force my eyes down soft sound trajectory hard ground
A hand on my shoulder weighted calmly but intentions are never what they fucking seem