Magic Through My Hands
Dominik Witka
3:12Caught hold of this neon seed Rushed through my veins brilliantly Sweet electricity Distorted angels sing in A soothing mixed minor key Blinding ink laced intrigue Never wanted any of this But now it's all I can see Drowning in ecstasy Lovely poison like rancid honey Kaleidoscope candy cherishing What's killing me How could something so small Stone wall and consume my whole soul? Even with all of the lows Can't let go I still hold This false sense of control Even though I know it's just an empty hole Sick to the core Won't take no more You can torture and trap but we will win This war Luxury void Nowhere left to go Field of glass roses Filled with fake gold Smell of stale ashes All I can breathe Now all that's left in me This God forsaken seed How could something so small Stone wall and consume my whole soul? Even with all of the lows Can't let go I still hold This false sense of control Even though I know it's just an empty hole Sick to the core Won't take no more You can torture and trap but we will win This war We see we think We know how we feel Complacent emptiness now Don't even know what's real Seeking only what satisfies the lie So harmlessly small Now cancer killing us all Lustful lies They thrive to feed This counterfeit Contrived messed up reality Insatiable Insanity Inhale death One last breath Synthetic ecstasy Sick to the core Won't take no more You can torture and trap but we will win This war Sick to the core Won't take no more We will win this war