Phantom Blanket کے بول

Bury Me next to my conscious I'll twist my eyes inside my skull Get up to fall back down again The line I walk is blurred out in silence I save words only to contain a qualm of failure & lonesome behavior I sink back to the root of muteness If I hide well enough to reemerge I’ll scratch the air We’ll scratch the air Congratulations on using gestures as a communication Breath in Then out again Exsanguinate I’ll seep away my grit alone Bury Me next to my larynx I'll sew my words inside my mouth A qualm of failure & lonesome behavior in me All-judging eyes worshiping a web of lies They're tangled around me Unchain my thoughts my dear Back to the root of muteness If I hide well enough to reemerge I’ll scratch the air We’ll scratch the air together Stop using prowess as a manipulation Breath in Then out again Determinate I’ll chaperon my grit Hide in the dark A shadow of my own sense