Intake

Quiet smiles, what you hide
Product of frustration
No regrets for what you feel
Don’t pray that it’s mistaken
Crawl, starting the machine
Embellish everything that made you want me
Crawl, starting the machine
Regret disgusting thoughts that made you want me
Separate, what you see
Has given sight new meaning
Letting go to use the drug
That’s really left you fiending
Open your hand — Close your mind — Now it’s real
If you could open up that light socket up in your head
What would you see?
Damn, but it’s been closed temporarily
From that it’s so sudden, feels like you wanna close
Your motherfucking eyes and take a look in the mirror