Pull and shift so quickly
Tow the spliff how Ripley grips a stick
Eventual perdition
Drew me back into the midst of petty business
Watch me bite my lip
A shock to put my funk into remission
Held my tongue…
What the fuck is this and why's my armour missing?
Pain silence my fist
Delayed aggression, I'm not made for this
Veiled expression, anguish on the skin
Supposed lesson
I don't listen, I can't focus
Hopeless, trust in potent piff
Mind an anchor swinging side to side
Pardon my existence
Heart is sinking ship