-seven

I dream in colors in ways that shield me from what's to come

I am the vessel that takes on your hatred

I dream in colors in ways that shield me from what's to come

Paint a target on my back, I'm your new prey

The only favor I could ask for is to taste your blade

You got me here

Show me no sympathy

It's not like I'd ask for it from you anyways

Snip, snip, cut away what you hate in me

Filling buckets with remains to keep the cycle going

I will be eating parts of me just to replace

Tie me up

Erase the pain like the centipede crawling in my brain

Leave me numb to the agony

I'll break the chain of grief

Minus seven is all I fucking hear

Cracking knuckles, cracking knuckles is a new fear

Wait, I'm losing count

Was it 559?

The cycle's been reset

All you've done is kill the one that haunts me

Now I'll consume the life that freed me

Now I'll consume the life that freed me

Like a centipede

I'll press forward

I won't pull back