Funambule
Uneven Structure
5:19To yield to the comfort of your gravelly voices I'll cure them, deep down you knew I made'em mine, mine I'll convince myself of the idea it's just a game, no one gets bruised Let's keep it playful and stay blindfolded In all fairness, for you, I never meant to rely upon my eyes Your whispering breath could have been enough for a trail If only my ears still weren't sealed Guide me, oh your scent I can finally feel their gentle caresses over my face Sitting on your tail, you give me such a battering high Within your reach nothing affects me besides deceit Untouchable while at the lowest, abusing weakness of mind Overwrite the archetype Absolute yet guilty This is self-treason Let the gates ajar and find yourself defaced There's no way back, nothing to emend You already fed over all I have Never satiated and digging even deeper, so thirsty I'm a dry fruit now, what more do you want from me? What more do you want from me? What more do you want from me?