Feed The Cut

Feed the cut, and get in line.
To live and burn, is tug-o-war.
Rape.

Go back and forth, until it's learned.
To suffer now, or nothing's gained.
Then wake within, a freezing sweat.
Push and pull, collecting doubt.
Starting seeds.

**
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise.
Cutting on the rise, a severed attempt ignored.
Rape.

The reason never, outweighs the truth.
So backing up, and lean against.
The Liars' Club, come in shame.
Wasting farther, collecting doubt.
Starting seeds.

So hand it off, don't care enough.
'Cause ignorance, is in blissful reach.

Lost inspiration, panic on the rise.
A severed attempt ignored.
Lost inspiration, never played the game.
A severed attempt ignored.
Feed, the last head trip.

- Chevelle, Tug-O-War

Lots to do. Here I go.