Scrapyard

"I'm a skate- I'm a skate-..."

One must believe in

Alter their image

Turn against ripping poles

In a tatter you shivered cold

No longer feeling

"this is my s-"

Accosted raising ones

from the son of time

Crawls to the corner

I want face and mind

One thing I look

Up at you leaks from the head

Nothing sheets plug and they dread

Leave it alone

Best left unsaid

Words

Misused

There's tension

to destroy

Die internal demon

Presenting

Nervous nails

never deliver them

raising matters

why don't we?

don't let it?

Torture myself

[whispered: tortures himself

Please believe

Dirty daylight

Expression reveals

Best left unsaid

Cold and indifferent

Otherwise

Adjust the attitude

That the compass

Can confuse

Wherever shackle

Looks for refuge

Wherever falls the stone

Best left unsaid

Oh, we all had to be addicted to one thing or another.