Separation Of A Classification Lost Within Stifled Mourning – Wrapped In Words

Fight! Fight! Fight! Tear the flesh away as you reveal the hidden thing beneath the skin, a monster who’s here only for me, awash in the blood of a wasted life, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with arms open wide, free from decades of malfunctioning binds, projecting my image across the skies, masking my truths in your lies, painting messages across the empty walls of your mind, leaving my mark across your face, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with a knife in my hand, can’t you see, this is me, wanting to take back what you have taken from me, can’t you see, can’t you see, this was me, this was my forever, this is my knife, this was yours life, because this is a fight! Fight! Fight! This is a fight! Fight! Fight!