Flight Of The Pathogen - Twelve Tribes

I walk

Inside a facelift

Made of conflict

The contents defeat the purpose

Because I live outside

A makeshift heart

It was always red plastic and cold

You’ve got to know your place in this…

I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance

With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast

I’m consciously falling out of love with myself

And the world with myself and my soul

I’m living for just one moment to die alone

You’ve got to know your place in this world

Your life won’t disappear when your eyes are closed

Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall

I sleep as if I was innocent

Not knowing what the world is made of

With one eye open I wouldn’t dare to wake up

There are antenna in these veins

Trying to tell me something

Leave me under layers of dead skin

I’m invisible without them

I walk inside a facelift

Unknown outside of this shell

I’m not complete

I’m not complete