Testo Bleedseason

Trace the chalk and seize the day so Those old habits never pass away Commemerate the conception with The children's debt the retribution Deaf to self and mute to mind to find muddled wallowing nebulous blind My crippled confidence chafed away Without the answers I'm cast astray My cloud's so thick that I can barely think so reveal to me deadsight deadsight Trace the tree and the veil will flee me And now I see with salty eyes Consistent tragedy persisting in me This disability's my soul's demise Deaf to self and left to fry Muddled wallowing nebulous blind My crippled confidence is chafed away to stayWith the answers I'm pulled astray The habits laced embrace me With a cold, chaotic flinch kiss of old deaths erase me soft, subtle, inch by inch Upon my face I lie Mesmerized cauterized by the blemishes Frail bandages Without chance to change Desperate to rectify imperitive lest to die Imminent reality on pace downglanced closed-faced Consistent entrancement staring into empty space with an open wound to clean please cleanse meIs this my time to feel Is this my time to breathe Is this my time to bleed Change the season I'll never live without you I'll never see without you I'll never change without you truesight.