Cast into shades that
Easily cover
That which
Others do see
Spitefull Gods
Wielding soulsledges
Every word I hear
Or say
Every glance I get
Or cast
Are covered blows
That smash
Cast into thorns that
Easily puncture
Armour
Surrounding me
Spitefull Gods
Wielding souledges
Every word I hear
Or say
Every glance I get
Or cast
Spread on my skin
Like rash
Feel like
Never realy
Taken in company
Feel like
Never really
Part of the living mass
Feel like
Never really
My soul acts as it was
Feel like
Always you mis
Interpret me
Feel like changed
Feel like battered rearanged
Feel life
Yet it hardly matters
Cast without answers
Only the thoughts
Keep wailing
I,
never meant to be
Ehm ja, zoiets dus, ik meld me wel wanneer de gedachten stoppen... Iemand zin om m'n neo-cortex te verwijderen?