Ever since the fall, I've abandoned all the shadows. Replacing history with moral victories. And this light around my body and what it seems to be. I'm still coming clean.
I've got myself deep this time. Tons of frustration builds in mine. And it shows me nothing. It shows me nothing at all. . Circle the drain. Backward solace right from your side.
Pieces of you, spread all over, torn in two. Forward/backward. . Save yourself, from nothing, from no one. Forward/backward. . You better get yourself out of it.
Soon I will be falling down. The way I always. And I remember falling. And I remember crawling. . Still I'm falling. Have you come down. From all the peeling?.