COLD AIR

I want to feel you crumble under me
I want to smell this innocence break
I want to hear your screams in cold air
A perfect mayhem of your faith

I want to taste your shelter’s pain
I want my memory to be your scar
I want to disrupt all of your sleeping
Turn you into your own lie

You don’t know what is breaking
Existence and emotion
It’s all coming unhinged
Obsession, addiction, sickness
Rip my soul

I need to move through you
I need to feed this sick gift of pain
I need to set fire to your design
My seamless focus of a blur

I need to receive metal chemical
I need to experience the depths
I have to have the control key
I need the acceleration
Of you sharing my agony