Ligaments & Limbs

Ligaments and limbs are the first things to fall

This ground holds no peace, travelling vibrations of your howl

The make and the brake, lies in the chase

Survival of the fittest, you dictate

I start my movement, follows the blood stained teeth from your last feed

With that I’m to be aware - this is not hunger this is greed

The make and the brake, lies in the chase

Survival of the fittest, you dictate

Inside my head,

Inside my head,

All I hear is

Don’t let these boys

Lose their cool

They are just running from another one like you

I’m trapped in your hold, begging for you to let me go

But mercy is no friend of yours, you would not let your prey slow

The make and the brake, lies in the chase

Survival of the fittest, you dictate

Inside my head,

All I hear is

You need an outside perspective

To see how far you’ve fallen now

A catalyst of burning desire

Replicates your heart’s fire

A world of spinning heads

Demonstrates my mind’s clarity

I need a space; a distance between us

Inside my head, inside my head,

All I hear is

Don’t let these fools

Lose their cool

They are just running from another one like you