2. YGS

# 1

Wearing the face of her, shredded into a million pieces

Even in desperation, moments before your death, you would twist your tongue

Making a puppet out of me in the dead of the night, all alone

You kneel me down, without a second thought

Split my bruises open as you dig into me

Tightening me more and more, but it doesn’t feel so bad

Your body, your eyes, your fantasies, an empty room

You’re like a parasite, struggling yet again, pestering

You already know, that your feet can touch the floor once you stretch your legs

You know how to swim, yet you swallow pills as fear swallows you

You’re fucking up the past, the present, the future you

I wanna be free

But the eyes on me

Don’t feel so welcoming as I hoped

How about you, as you keep drowning

# 2

Split my bruises open as you dig into me

Tightening me more and more, but it doesn’t feel so bad

Split my bruises open as you dig into me

Tightening me more and more, but it doesn’t feel so bad