Discipline of Degradation
Thrown to the roadside I carry the death of the desert on my skin.
Have you looked into these eyes, feel the cracks in my hands...
From soul to skin I am dry (and I am alone) I eat gravel,
Shakes in my stomach to drown the voices in my head.
The sun's too far away and you don't notice.
Crawling, I am worthless (and I am alone)
One and two and I see 2 faces below me and I see yours in both,
But one is open the other is closed
(there is no dignity, there is no grace, and I am alone)
Seething in this red world I am nothing.
Sold to a false hope, now I just float along in this dead ocean
(there is no dignity, there is no grace)
And I am alone in this dead ocean.
Autor(es): Afzaal Nasiruddeen / Karyn Crisis