Hanging On a Rope
Empty and sad and twisted
Smiling and nice, patient
Hanging on a rope
I'm he and she, and condemned
And I'm locked, again the gap's deepened
Fake desires
Carved in plastic
So sick of it
Dig it into my skin
Wanna bleed my smiles off
Embrace me, backstab me
Until I can breathe no more
Under the shell, my heart is choking
Save it from life and death
Crush all the worthless rest
On an island in the storm
Like wounded angels, wings crippled
Blood and cold and thunder
Your hands around me, fire
Slowly dying together
Are you here?
Wrapped in plastic
Sick of it
So I'm smiling and nice, patient
Hanging on a rope
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