Breathe [Psychography Experiment 24-04-19 II] - NONE OF THIS IS ABOUT TR**S SHIT
Everything you dream of can come true
In another world it's all on you
The injuries sustained all fade away
Your soul turns grey
Everything's okay
The skin
What's underneath?
This isn't me
I can't breathe
Some days it's almost transparent
Some days it's six feet of cement
I make up words to get it right
And wake up crying
In the middle of the night
The skin
What's underneath?
This isn't me
I can't breathe