Texty: Sub-urban Tribe. Dialogue For One.

I feel stuck in here
I smell the stench of my own decay
I???e been hiding out
though my fears and wasted years
are all exposed
there??? nothing left when they??®e gone

Strip away my love
defuse all of my hate
peel off the smiles and moans
that I always fake
I??¦ hollow inside
exhausted and numb
talking to me is like a

dialogue for one

A lopped off torso
I clipped my wings to subdue my soul
and I will harden myself
until I reach the perfect bleach
of soothing pain
there??? nothing left when it??? gone