You bring me to the precipice and force my eyes down soft sound trajectory is hard ground A hand on my shoulder weighted calmly but intentions are never what they fucking seem Swear I was only fourteen, thinking not for me but the little cunt that was festering inside me I'd say I was a victim but it takes two to decide on the meeting place and the time Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell Suppressing your face, keep your distance please They're re-emerging, the reasons and the complications I thought I left you far behind, but it turns out that you're in my emerald state of mind Rendered subservient to the parameters you've placed on my behaviour Looking for redemption lurking in the darkest corners of my failed interests Wearing abrasive masks to remove dead skin, self-flagellation on the waste within Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell White light, white light, just be a little more blinding Force a corrective vision and remove the refracted agony I Won't Ever form the truest version of myself, and it's all because of you I tread atop the shell of a potential self, one without a need for what you took from me And now I Roam the world in search of it And now I roam the world in search of it And now I roam the world in search of it I'm not the one to place a bet But I'll put a buck down on the fact you fucking love this You're not real, just a filthy apparition Manifesting from the guilt I hold too deep You emerge from the guilt I confined within these cells I'd kill you, but I'd have to start with myself I thought I left you far behind, but it turns out you're in my emerald state of mind You bring me to the precipice and force my eyes down soft sound trajectory is hard ground A hand on my shoulder weighted calmly but intentions are never what they fucking seem