THE DAMAGE

Heart is on the ceiling.

Veins are in the wall.

Drugs or fucking innocence.

Mind or nothing more.

Murder by the stereo.

Sickened to the bone.

I don't need your sympathy.

Just leave me alone.

This is hardly...If that at all.
A simple little piece of me,take a piece back home to mom.
Could I stand forever here,not knowing who I am?
Just sifting through the damage.

Man has stole a tragedy.

A child told a lie.

Psychotic,violent tendencies,

with a medicated mind.

Something told me long ago,

in ancient Babble tongue.

Something left for me to say,

where Babylon has gone.

This is hardly...If that at all.
A simple little piece of me,take a piece back home to mom.
Could I stay forever here,exactly where I stand?
Just sifting through the damage...