Glass Eater
When moral fails only a fist will help
At least that's what I've been told
Mind off the rails
Endure my private hell
That's not what I've been told
First step, nomad, last breath, dirt
The rest is up to you
First step, nomad, last breath, dirt
The fabric is fading
Chew it, taste it
The sensation of red travelling through my skin
Chew it, taste it
A warm welcome from the new world
This is progress
Change
Is not an option
At the peak of existence
Suffer for lust
Mother keeps whispering
"It's all but a dream"
But my eyes won't close
I have none, so it seems
Chew it, taste it
The sensation of red travelling through my skin
Chew it, taste it
A warm welcome from the new world
This is progress
My tongue is shattered to a thousand pieces
A world within me without reason
Orphaned landscapes
Fever choices
No brighter season
Noisy angelic voices
First step, nomad, last breath, dirt
The rest is up to you
First step, nomad, last breath, dirt
The fabric is fading
Chew it, taste it
The sensation of red travelling through my skin
Chew it, taste it
A warm welcome from the new world
This is progress
Father keeps whispering
"It's all but a dream"
But my eyes won't close
I have none, so it seems
Writer/s: The Sleeper
