Trace back through the veins you call home.
Do they make you what you are,
or is your blood just running cold?
Keep your
whispers up in arms,
don't strain your elegance.
Keep your
fingers wrapped in mine,
dont strain your elegance.
The starving eyes
have turned their gaze on you.
Does it make you want to run?
Does it make you feel amused?
(I'd) search deeper in
those disinterested stares
The tables turn.
Make your peace with what you've learned.
This is just what you deserved.