Violent Closure
Gel
1:59Dredging and toiling a wave of unrest In knowledge there's power But sometimes not for the best The sutures torn open a wave of disgust a heart that still beats illusion of trust Fill me up to the brink Empty lining in the sink. Dredging and toiling a wave of unrest in knowledge There's power but sometimes not for the best An open wounds inviting and easy to fill Words stained sour and eyes that would kill Pump me up to the brink Empty lining in the sink Thoughts linger in your head One day you'll be dead