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God Glass

from Curation by PlasticBag FaceMask

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The floor creaks under your feet 
Drowning out the silent roar 
Eyes gaze barely from a safe distance 
Rooms, floors, memories 
Shifting, sifting 

Empty bed 
Never slept 
Floor littered with words 
Walls littered with fears 
Ceiling caving in 
Crushing all I've said, accustomed to
the dark 
Ceased my struggle 
Stopped the begging
Forgotten freedom 
Gaping mouth 
Jaw unhinged 
This darkness swallows me whole 
I hear my mind dripping on the floor, This is
unrelenting 

Tormented hearts, repeating 
Missing pieces, stolen 
Punisher; relentless, unmerciful 
You're trapped! Imprisoned 
Fouled the incantation 

I feel a creature living in
The shadows beneath both my eyes 
Hiding in my darkened circles
Blackening my sight and my mind
Your demon looks so much like mine
My demon looks so much like you

Secrets found in a red velvet bag 
Will you ever see your friends again? 
No one could guess this is what life had in store, 
So unfair and cruel but this isn't life anymore 
Those you knew changed 
Growing outward, grasping and reaching 
Like vines, twisting around the trees, killing them, suffocating 

Murder 
Premeditated 
Resignation 
Withering 
Forgotten
the use of friends 
Hydratation  
from the blood that forms
in my mouth 
Bubbling sores 
Feast on the flesh that is presented 
Get 
out 
of 
my 
head 

Whose eyes are these that watch me? Never seen 
I know they are there. Patient and lingering. Passionate suffering 
No longer seeking a light to blind me 
The darkness has blinded me enough 

Stories plastered on the walls 
Dripping to the ground 
This building sinks lower in hell 
Taking shape based on your will 
It's alive because of her 
They died because of her 
The men are just puppets 
Pulled by their own unraveling seams 
Living an endless cycle 
Empty torment 
now I start to feel it
the nightmares are just beginning 

Thick 
Calloused 
These scars make up my whole body 
A dead tree in the wind
I have no more leaves to give
I hoped to get used to these pains 
But that time has yet to come
I doubt that it ever will 
This feeling of dread rises inside me 
Becomes my gravity and crushes me until I give in 

Secondary witness, experience death 
Find sympathy 
Agonizing thirst, fatigue, hunger 
Pretty little noose 
Inviting deathbed 
Be swallowed whole 
Welcomed with open arms, claws 
Vice grips in eternity of rot and decay 
Your new friends are here 
No more smiles, no more laughing 
Eyes staring infinite 
The company is full 
Hell is full

Will you ever find your friends again? 

Your demon looks so much like mine
My demon looks so much like you
And now I start to feel it 
The nightmares are beginning

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from Curation, released February 4, 2019

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