Buried secrets , lie within me
Secrets that seal my lips with wires, and inability to speak , like we're on fire
In a sunset, on the beach, but there's glass here
Glass that pierces my very flesh
And stings like a bee
Like these crystal's shedding through the darkest eyes
I'm here in a room consistent with lies,
Why am I the center
Too bad it's cold and I'm held down by shackles
Learning my own demise.