Pandaemonium

I cant believe the hell you’ve trapped me in.

I can’t believe this is how far we’ve come since we begin.

I can’t believe this is how things are going to be.

I can’t believe what it’s like being stuck with me.

Do you worry youll forget how to touch?

And with flesh picked apart by lust,

what does that mean for us?

And if once a night I have to face the moon,

how long do you think it will

take to make things move?

And if sleep is just a door into the world that stirs my soul

then what idol do I use

to fill this waking hole?

Im just a naked animal here posing as a man,

picked and pecked to pieces

into pandaemonium.

I believe you know your right from your wrong.

I believe if you can live with yourself, you can do it alone.

Ill believe in anything you want.

I already believed in everything you dont

Do you every worry youll forget how to touch?