Peeling of Flesh

Born Dead

Deaths pull air from life
Constricted passage
Choking tachypnea controls my actions

Let me sleep
In my shadow where my heart can breathe
Leave me be
In my shadow I can truly live

Close my eyes to think
Praise my death to see
The darkness of the humane eye

Life found grace in isolation
Pain became a new vibration
Who you are can't stop it
Grave to our red carpet

Hands pass over my casket
Subtle movements I now treasure
Absorbing frequencies I've never felt
Tears from those I've never seen
Sadness disguised as self indulgence
Wanting to be relevant at deaths expense
Our closing will not be their celebration but ours

Heart faded in hope
I'll craft my own rope
Satisfaction in my creation
Art forms my salvation

Convulsed
Torment
I'm your regret
Convulsed
Will you now be repulsed
Torment
I am disorient

Practicing your love when they're not breathing
this is entertainment for the world

Forgotten, one week later
Feed your need
For a headline
Cry today
You'll laugh tomorrow
Feed your need
Feed your need

You watch to get off in guilty pleasure
Now you click to watch our grand performance

Grave to our red carpet