Born liquid, blind to everything before my first breath,
into loving arms until my sleepless rest
Or so I thought, my soul was robbed
Of perception of everything. But each death is a new beginning
In a world so skin-deep you can be forgiven for not caring
But how much will you loose before you catch on?
Put down your discretions and move on
No one cares about you your accomplishments or what you think
Your perceptions all and everything,
you can be alone and have nothing,
and still have everything
Perceptions only everything,
state of mind is what separates slaves from kings
But how much will you lose before you catch on?
Put down your discretions and move on
Who's to blame for your broken dreams?
I'm still waiting for that serrated kiss,
and when it comes it'll come quick
Embrace the pain as it rips;
kiss the snake on his fucking lips