Gnarled [lyrics]

Short sighted admirations of

Pained life, old life

Sun-bleached by my design

(Deaf pleas upon dead senses)

Teased thoughts that can’t unwind

(Deaf pleas upon dead senses)

Short sighted admirations of

Pained life, old life

The romanticization of

This life

I am the red line

I am so gnarled up

I’ve seen this ghost, exposed

Hidden repose

Gang war war cries, that become choked

Hidden repose

(Now breathe slow, but not out

Now let it choke, but not out)

Short sighted admirations of

Pained life, old life

The romanticization of

This life

I am the red line

I am so gnarled up

Don’t let me get this.

Hidden repose

I am the red line

I am so gnarled up

Strain until it breaks