Watering Disease

Vision of Disorder

Get away
I try and try and trying to undo
Get away, that's what they always say
So convincing all that way
Though I can't relate
Though I detest
Choose to neglect all the thoughts of false communication
I will choose to
What they want of me
Though you reject concentrating, contemplating on
What they'll never see
What they perceive is burning in the grass
So this is what you see
Try to lose your own
Confusion as melts upon your back
And you resist in-tact
Come and taste misery
This is this is dread
As it burns on my tongue
Shelter me, bury me
I think I will for your thrill
I think I'll try all this time
Get away-Rage
Where we settle in the paths
As I look as I look on back I realize
The faceless dead