Perfectly formed
Jagged bones poke through skin
We look through glass
A portrait of your sister
Dark green mixed with skin
Led my a pattern down
To where we all come from
To where we all come from
Eye Contact
Eye Contact
Eye Contact
Eye Contact
We burn inside as ash falls to the ground, ground
We burn inside as ash falls to the ground, ground
I am a constant, a constant disappointment
I am, I am
I am a constant, a constant disappointment
I am, I am