Halls and walls of consequence deem endless, where hope is the art of lying to yourself. You're a lost ******* cause in a vicious circle of endless rape. You've raped yourself in front of the mirrors I held before you – running from a future and leaving a maze of scars.
Halls and walls of consequence deem endless, where hope is the art of lying to yourself. You're a lost ******* cause in a vicious circle of endless rape. You've raped yourself in front of the mirrors I held before you – running from a future and leaving a maze of scars.
