Shapeshifter
(Rakshasa)
Reshape. Reform
Fill these hands with fiberglass memories
Under skin. Fragmented reveries
Catalyzed in solitude, a
King of lies, by karma ruled
You. A man without a form. Each scripted line contorting, circular
You hide behind a mask of pride in complete disguise
and every face you've ever worn is a twisted farce
You. A man without a form. Each scripted line contorting, circular
You'll never find your soul until you fall shapeshifter
Shapeshift
Don't try to end the plot again
You. A man without a form. Each scripted line contorting, circular
You'll never find your soul. You'll lose it all, shapeshifter
You'll never find you soul. You will never
Writer/s: Mithya