Texty: This Day Forward. Dead Acres.

dead acres set us apart light years away our self consciousness ties the knot to the rope that keeps the distance my emotions pull me from every direction focusing on dismemberment four walls of confusion closing in smothering me my emotions tear me apart dismember me i don't feel welcome into your forest light years away light years apart cast away into the barren desert by the illusion created by my looking glass self i sent myself into this starvation nowhere to harvest a sense of genuinity in this wasteland left to starve stranded abandoned beneath these dead acres