Slave
by Indecision· from Most Precious Blood
a slave to impulse set your desire on fire can't take your eyes off the flame
and all you dream of is fame bleed the eyes that victimize - a cannibal, an animal your feigned compassion slips with every word that passes your lips
where then where will we be when there's nothing left to heed you are not your compassion - so much thought with such little action how does it feel to know that everything you can do
has been done before so many times before how does it feel to know that everything you can say has been said before so many times before