There's a picture, being painted with the blood of failures.
In desperation, for a masterpiece, to guide lost sailors.
In the corner i am laughing.
The attempts seem humorous, a fight that goes against cancer, contradicts if its tumorous.
I can't hide from the infection that resides.
In not only what's known, but in my soul.
But if i reach too far, its my hand it holds.
Not only what's know but in my soul.
Wasted already, was a guide.
The snake skin was too smooth.
But it is what, set you free.
That's what gave you room to move.
I can't hide from the infection that resides.
In not only what's know but in my soul.
But if i reach too far it's my hand it holds.
Not only what's known, but in my soul.