Thoughts - Walkways

Peek-a-boo

Come pick my brain

You’re a default fuck

We’re both raising Cain

Peek-a-boo

Come pick my brain

I’ll be biting my lip

Oh I’ll be bleeding insane

(Nothing more than) sKulls on a stick

There’s nothing to think about

I lose doubt a little more everyday

It’s not the right way

But the shallow, obvious say that if you mean well, than it’s all ok

I close my eyes and inside out I go falling smiling doubtless senseless

Fuck your answers

Here am I

My skin is growing thicker, molding, unfolding a monster

Grinding thoughts of a blood mouth, so look out

It’s an empty page at an empty time

Too fucking easy to be carried away with our eyes

Blindfolded blind fools dead inside

I’m faking my days, it’s too easy to hate so I’m

Chewing my mouth as I begin to blame others around me

I hate to feel the same, it’s the shame that rips the light apart

It’s not out, it’s in

I’m a fucking human being