Sandwiches

The silence before regret
and I’ve not even spoken yet
but just like the deepest cut
blood takes it’s time to show up
I’m always wrong
still facing the same damn problems
and i don’t solve them
I’m just sweeping them under carpets
Now we are a sandwich
and hate is the filling
the taste i can’t stand it
but I just keep eating
I’m always wrong
I’m still facing the same damn problems
and I haven’t solve them
and they won’t stay under these carpets
Think that i just might be the devil
the walls drain all my hope
and rage it grips and chokes
I’m hearing explosions, seeing ghosts
My skin it burns like coal
I bargain for my soul
Muscles make hostages of my bones
paralyse my vocal chords
the dark envelops all
And all my hope.
And all my hope.