Mold - Fashion Bomb

Alter, what you know to be your everything

Falter, in your forward steps so comforting

Wanting, to regain your sense of feeling

Waiting, to regain your sense of being…

Losing all of these

Your most precious things

Needing to believe

When your center leaves

Filling all I see with clouded apathy

Dragging all of me down

Knowing everything will end with certainty

Mold is all of me now

Walking, down the path with many names

Feeling you only have yourself to blame

Raping, all your body’s energy

Taking, all that you will ever be…

Losing all of thes

Your most precious things

Needing to believ

When your center leaves

Filling all I see with clouded apathy

Dragging all of me down

Knowing everything will end with certainty

Mold is all of me now