"Tortured Equilibrium" - Withering Scarred

Описание: Tortured Equilibrium

Sitting here deserted and alone,
hearing echoes from dead microphones,
bouncing, mimicking memories in tones,
slowly tortured as I quickly grow old.

Static hum inside my head,
feedback whispers what they said,
round and round the needle spins,
grinding down my equilibrium.

Tortured—equilibrium,
locked inside this frame of skin,
Tortured—equilibrium,
feel the pressure crawling in.

Oh mother, mother in a cloudless heaven,
shine down silver, bathe me in venom,
make bright what’s soiled and dull,
black beauty drowning me in oil.

Grease-stained halo, chrome and bone,
holy static, monotone,
hands reach out but pull me in,
crushing down my equilibrium.

Tortured—equilibrium,
locked inside this frame of skin,
Tortured—equilibrium,
feel the pressure crawling in.

Tick—tick—tick—time chews the wire,
buzzing wings, electric choir,
pestilence in perfect time,
grinding gears inside my mind.

Floating in sheets damp and cold,
unattended, growing old,
one more soul in flesh and gold,
rotting in my pot of gold.

Tortured—equilibrium,
locked inside this frame of skin,
Tortured—equilibrium,
feel the pressure crawling in.