Faced-Such Gold

This just started i'm loathing it this feeling has left me dry, cracked, peeling like artic winds face your inner self until it ends so violate me all this waiting so fucking high on paint we cannot paint things chose to breathe in the smoke and forget about the fresh air it just started i'm losing it this feeling has left me dull, downtrodden, and sluggish To face your inner self until it ends so violate me all this waiting so fucking high on paint we cannot paint things just to breathe in the smoke and forget about the fresh air pardon, the lack of company when scenes switch (at the) flick of a wrist it don't feel so good to be dismissed over and over again