Below the level of comprimise.
A lone man sits without a soul to confide.
On a trip within, hes motionless inside nerves.
Rippin away the n edge punchin a way out cuz he can't be heard.
The minds soundproof, rattled n comin undone.
Unravelled from bein fuckin hemmed up.
Stompin on dead emotions tryin to speak.
Hidden behind the eyes that'll never leak.
A heathen alive is trapped n blackin out.
As silenced whimpers r yanked back into the mouth.
So guess where that leaves u tryin to enjoy ur stay?
Jus attempt a touchy feel n witness the reactions rage.
Rippin the r.I.p. thru the skin, out from under the sickest grin.
Don't tempt the pain to need be what u have been.
A man has his own asylum beneath what he dreams.
Secrets locked away so he can appear normal or somethin of the same thing.
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