Dicegame

Lost of your favour
Lost of your flame
I learned my lesson
When we learned my pain
And sculpted postures
Statues so plain
There were no doctors
When the flowers came

Lost in tall tales of how it used to be
Can't you hear yourself speaking?
Bullshit raining from your lips
Like a waterfall in the living room
You would drown us all
Finally I accept myself
Flawed with nothing figured out
That's the truth I've hunted for
I'll tell you a secret
I have plenty more
I have plenty more
Plan for this encounter state
Cancerous in every way
On your way out burn the door
I'll tell you a secret
I have plenty more
I have plenty more