Listening reveals his wounds
Voiceless, he kneels to you
Like a glinting dagger, one quick look
And he spills you
Sheets surrender you
And I expect trauma
Breath is real, anger's real
Sleep on your birthday and cry
Cry, my baby
Let me wash you
I have no ears for my lady...
Listen to me
You're called a silhouette
You're playful with a sin
But you see me
Speak, or stop, or kiss me
Your art is like your grin
It delivers me
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
