Damage Division

Against the grain, distinguishing the change that you aspire
Accumulate sickened phrases toxic taste
Clustered cells becoming nauseous to the fumes
I can’t relate, I never want, I never would
It stays with me my chest feels intoxicated
I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel
Where’d you run? Shackles bound you on the ground
Let them go, get rid of phrasing toxic tastes
Clustered cells becoming nauseous to the fumes
I can’t relate, I never would
It stays with me, my chest feels intoxicated
I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel numb
But you’re afraid, intimidated
By words they say, that you’re afraid, afraid
It stays with me
The coldest ice burning through my lungs
As I chastise the will I need to strive
It stays with me
Barrier from what I believe
A scolding flame freezing thorax plates
Shattering forming internal waves
It stays with me my chest feels intoxicated
I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel