Scrapyard

"I'm a skate- I'm a skate-..."

One must believe in
Alter their image
Turn against ripping poles
In a tatter you shivered cold
No longer feeling

"this is my s-"

Accosted raising ones
From the son of time
Crawls to the corner
I want face and mind
One thing I look
Up at you leaks from the head
Nothing sheets plug and they dread

Leave it alone
Best left unsaid

Words
Misused
There's tension
To destroy

Die internal demon
Presenting
Nervous nails
Never deliver them

Raising matters
Why don't we?
Don't let it?

Torture myself
[whispered: tortures himself

Please believe
Dirty daylight
Expression reveals
Best left unsaid

Cold and indifferent
Otherwise
Adjust the attitude
That the compass

Can confuse
Wherever shackle
Looks for refuge
Wherever falls the stone

Best left unsaid

Oh, we all had to be addicted to one thing or another.