Overload
what are you
you say your my son
what do you have against seeing my eyes
what have you done qualify your disguise
what might i find when i sit in your soul
what makes you run as the guilt takes its toll
overload
what are you
you say your my son
run through the fields barring pleasure and pain
run through dismemberment torn lover's lane
hide the remnants these tatters remain
sweep through the mine fields of sweetest disdain
overload
do not try to analyze
words i speak
in unuttered tone
do not demand
to understand
overkill overdose
overload
who are the strangers
who are the ones
that i don't know
who is in danger
teeth sinking in slow
overload
do not try to analyze
words i speak
in unuttered tone
do not demand
to understand
overkill overdose
overload
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