This life’s not inventing
The fighting in me has ceased
When it looks like I’m
Growing
Thin
And
Weak
Please don’t hesitate to cut the leash
It’s only a matter of time
Before I inherit my bloodlines evils
I don’t think it’s wise for me to get close to too many people
My bruises seem to be breeding
And my boys becoming a landing strip for flies
In the mirror watching blood dry
Trying to cut out the bags beneath my eyes
My skin is turning grey
I haven’t bathed in days
Please don’t encourage me
I’m enslaved I can’t be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can't be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can't be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can't be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can't be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can't be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can't be saved
Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can’t be saved