Sincerity

Who's been clipping my leg through a broken holster?
I stand over a gaunt image of my face
I'm cowering through taut twine
Shrinking fiber clothesline
Placing tired patterns into place
One or another way

Outside built unwanted property
Took a chest compression properly
Lucid, woke into a soon ruinous state
I'm uncomfortable and restless
Trying not to be so selfish
How long have I spent in this place?

Seven hedging on a formless interest
It's not coming in a sincere way
Cabalistic as the deifiеd abundance of the first human mistake (I madе)

I swear, belial, I can make my own luck
I can't depart from your tired name
Cabalistic as the deified abundance of the first human mistake
And if I won't look well, at least I will look clean
I want to be clean enough for you to see through me
When they find you out, I won't be around
They're gonna find you out
They're gonna -