Bleeding Straw

By my own grave, I was made
For things like this, all again free defend
And I’m stick to fist
All I see I can be, whatever I may need
Doesn’t need me, I’ll stick to the list

I free myself
And I repeat, do it again
And I still breathe, kill again
But I feel, smack it then
And I still feel the need to eat
My fears and myself indeed

Burn

So, one two and four
I skip the three’s I’m not good on agrees
Anyway, here’s what to see
Ha, there’s nothing here
Pray to what you see
Pray to what you feel

Envy the known, not the un-shown
Believe the darkness, not the souls
The eyes do not see what you and me believe

All that I can be, all that I can see
Don’t let me feed in the fear I feel
Breed me all again, fill my darkness and
Set me free, the season I need
Breed me all again
Free me all again

All that I can be, all that I can see
Don’t let me feed in the fear I feel
Breed me all again, fill my darkness and
Set me free, the season I need
Breed me all again
Free me all again