Burst

The life in your room, outside
It's like on the moon
Looking for the holes
That adorn the wall
Like the farmer plows the field
Where your wounds bloom
Breathing only the air
That smells of stale chair

Start painting again
Driven to despair
Try to wish again
It's a request! Confess!
Don't repress! Don't depress!
Burst!

You avoid every touch
Gaining so much
Wrapping yourself in a gray frozen shell
Pure, a shiver down the spine
Sure, everything will be fine

Start painting again
Driven to despair
Try to wish again
It's a request! Confess!
Don't repress! Don't depress!
Burst!