Changes from BE WATER by the tidal sleep

Heat tar and the shimmer the sun the sounds no limits wild hair in the summer the suburbs in the winter we grew colder with the fingers of a saint I sank into your skin a bite mark on the neck a whisper from within don’t you worry ever caught in your web of lies and misconceptions the break is straight ahead and I am still the victim like a moth to light like a fly to the glass everything in the favor of everything that you ask we hardly know each other shake hands and be polite with painted on smiles I am tough I won’t fight so sorry but I won‘t change one word I’m still trying to find a metaphor for what matters most in life one word that describes you and I how and why I am your second skin your protective film and beyond the words said I will leave to take my chances

• Rock
• hardcore
• post everything
• post-hardcore
• screamo
• Germany