Focus

For every perfection there must be an imperfection
New wounds yet the old scars still show
For every soul lost another is born
A system of replacement, a system of displacement

Fuck it all this system is torn

The deeper you cut the less i bleed
The more pain you bring the less i need
The bell will ring, i'll get my wings
Keep sealed the wound so I can't bleed
Keep closed my mouth
Don't let my soul out
In silence I fall, ripen, and cease
Speak the worn words to hollow the sleep

Fuck it all