Listening to winter's pockets full of came
The cackling laughter twisting arms back
A premonition checked in
Burnt up in the sun
Filled with void, proud of shame
No self-truths will write this book
Worn down, permissive
Worn down, selective
I was looking for rage but could only see sorrow
Worn down, I was looking for rage but could only see sorrow, permissive
Worn down, selective
Worn down, he does as he wishes