Infrastucture.

This speed burns my blood.
My words break your eyes.
This lack thereof is killing me deeply inside, trust.
These holes that I stare at... laugh back with two faces smiling.
Talkative to the touch, haunting accents thick.
Would I live to hit the end?


Its an explanation for our unknown colors.
Our very dreams they tried to write over. Riddled corruption.
Riddled corruption. Riddled corruption. Riddled corruption.
Tell me, ask me questions only known to people like...
Drawn curtains.. if you need to be alone with yourself.
To be alone with yourself.