These ribs are now prison bars
Or a treasure chest, a lock waiting on key I found this center inside It's being torn apart by arrows pulling in all directions Without control you consume me
This knot of desire in a noose of doubt Without control I consume you
Quarantine me so I will not infect My glass skin It shivers when Your eyes throw looks like stones
I'm taking names I'm placing the blame Soldiers at war
On the one that doesn't exist, it's all on me You're what I'm fighting for Under friendly fire
It's kinda funny how a streetlight can disect me and cut me down to size It's beauty and reason how a stranger can affect me and put this weight on my chest Without control you consume me
A knot of desire in a noose of doubt
These imperfections we can not accecpt Hold us together bind and connect.
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