Eve.Line - A Protest In Lines Too Thin To Read

A parent walks in on a child cutting themself
Laughs and says you're silly dear
You're only hurting yourself
So cut deep or don't cut at all
Are you listening
I don't care what your parents tell you don't cut at all
Oh, please be listening
I don't care what those bastards tell you don't cut at all

You're staggering in you find a finger gagging yourself
You heave and say I'm not like those pigs
I don't care what's good for my health
Controlling the room with tilted thighs
It comes to me as no surprise
That I even flicker on my own

Feed the one that's closer
As you´re flickering on
Feed the one thats closed
As you flicker Starving artist you will
I said it before
Shed your burdens and build on
You shed your clothes in spite
And whisper I make the demands

Well, I'm doubting my portrait of skin
But I sure as hell wont find limbs down my throat
The substance of wait defines
The beauty laced behind the pride of my
Even scales they stand alone

So cut, oh
It's not living deeply
Cut, oh
Not at all

You shed your clothes in spite
And whisper I make the demands
You bare these lines to cleanse your system
You bare these lines despite the symptoms