In Scent - Pressive

chosing not to call for whom the truth does not belong.

collecting tears to cause a flood.

i´m killing my supposed lover and showing off her blood.

while grasping my beloved gun.

was i chosen for this?

have i spoken to diss?

it´s true.

amused, i´ve been inside all this burden.

no clues.

no thoughts, regards.

pleas tell them that i will sell my soul, and my bones.

the unknown.

and my blood and my gifts.

my feelings.

why can´t i forget it and ascend to be the one

pointing me a finger who now points at me a gun?

so i might not even talk back.

i don´t know what to do.

all i ever wanted was to be this close to you.

listen to you.

show me what i´m made of.

looking back to you.

stepping into you too.

looking into you.

on the groundd to be you.

wipe me.

stop me.

stomp me.

please do it soon.

hide alone, work for me.

home to me.

hide inside.

feel alive.

feel alive.

why can´t i forget it and ascend to be the one

pointing me a finger who now points at me a gun?

so i might not even talk back.

i don´t know what to do.

all i ever wanted was to be this close to you.

listen to you.

show me what i´m made of.

looking back to you.

stepping into you too.

looking into you.

on the groundd to be you.

wipe me.

stop me.

stomp me.

please do it soon.

please do it soon.