Of Needle and Thread
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Surrounded by reaching hands
This voice I hear, it blends in to mine
I fear it's molding, for each day changing seamless
Falling, deeper
In dark my shadow's left me
Plotting; a taste of iron and blood
Compulsion, neurotic, dysfunctional smite
Slave to the strife
Crowning a thought as a truth to be hold
So there'll be trial by blood
My judge is I
So just
My sentence must be time
Prosperity chokes me, a prison to behold
Decipher my flesh and thought, peace by peace
I am of needle and thread
I am both judge and the dread
Molded by these very hands of my own
The stitches are failing, one by one
Senses are fading out, growing thin
So there'll be trial by blood
My judge is I
So just
My sentence must be time
It's starting to show, my downfall's on display
Im burning out approaching absolution
Judge is I
Surrounded by reaching hands
Easy to ignore, truth is indifferent
Walking with the dead
Lie, go down, in clear sight
I see it now
Unable to change my way, submission's on me
I thought I'd never succumb