Residue

Nature versus nurture
Memories that hurt ya
Psychoanalytical food
And I'm stuck in a groove
There, in the distance, a little door
There, in the distance, a metaphor
Residue of ages past never leaves
Never leaves, stays fast like Polaroid
I have no resistance to inner war
There is a mist over every form I see
Residue of ages past never leaves
Never leaves, stays fast like Polaroid
Never leaves, stays fast like Polaroid
Scimitar switchblade history
Oh, I'll cut you
If you let them get under your skin
Tomb come early