Play.
A knife with every note,
Its fingers on my throat
And in my brain
Break.
This suffocates my mind.
This twists me up inside
And tears me up.
Begin to embrace what I'm not,
To erase every thought, I'm
Locked into the palm of your hand;
You replace what I am. And
I still want to feel like before,
But I can't anymore.
The music that you make,
It sounds like burning brakes to me.
Now,
The sound of you is dead,
A barrel to my head
And to my heart.
When
It's running through my ears,
My conscious disappears.
I'm torn apart.
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