You always will 
Speak the language of the pressure 

Your mind is ill 
You’re obsessed with my condition 

You say my name 
With disgust and disaffection 

Your mask is cracked 
Not a clever kind of creature 

Violent arguments 
Ain’t got no sense at all 
 [bad word]  where [bad word] from 
Best wishes meet the wall 

Lucky to have a lot 
But losing every bit 
Nothing for everything 
My temple starts to bleed 

I find myself in rage 
Now I find myself in rage

https://mr-morse [bad word] album/faceless