Texty: Avail. Satiate. March.

a twist this time you buckle my mind like a speechless boy it won't go away got glass rain it cuts my feet i pull apart yet refrain from the heart i've got water in my veins it won't go away turns ice on which i slide in my soul i have religion i try to preach it and it's stripped away it's beyond contradiction just my fight with my grace a dove in hand do i crush it my friend? why do i feel no guilt it won't go away this final fear i cannot see this love of hell in which i dwell it makes no sense it won't go away this way i feel break it down knock it down pull the wall down let go let go of the hatred in your soul