Oneself کے بول

She comes in Dirty, clean It feels liek an animal in a golden cage One eye fixed, one eye searches like a carnivore for My meat and bread Your secrets are tired and buried inside Now I'm wide-awake Frustrations you hide are actions I find hard to rearrange He comes in Angel acting like a cannibal in a chosen game Hands are sweet, kiss bewitching Such a carnival calls an empty end I'm free to decide, I'm free to deny But I'm wide-awake We're sharing the same air Lying in the same bed Are we worlds away Holding back the words and breath They're something I can't explain There's something I can't sustain We're all waiting for something to happen...