Codified in angry twists of trust
Sweet, silent dreams were thrust into the fire
I burnt my hand, and stare into the mirror
Admire the smiling scar;
Hand shakes
its tender, boiling skin,
Blistered, burned, and peeling open
Sweet, silent dreams were thrust into the fire
I burnt my hand, and stare into the mirror
Admire the smiling scar;
Hand shakes
its tender, boiling skin,
Blistered, burned, and peeling open
