Unshown

I feel it under my skin
I think i feel it breaking in
I think I’ve come to love its touch
The guilt, it drains so much
It wraps and chokes my lungs
It shrills and coughs me up
The weight is on my back
The words carved into bone
We sew the flesh hole shut
We tend to its home
You hold its head close now
Sever the neck in throne
Lifeless and hands run cold
In dirt, unshown
It hides in me (in dirt unshown)
A daunting feeling (in dirt unshown)
It hides in me (in dirt unshown)
It’s speaking clearly (in dirt unshown)
Broadcast the segments
Confession, repetence
Repression, relentless
Tormented
Man with the horns again
I think that nothing’s pure and nothing’s in the clear
I think, I think that nothing’s yours
So watch it disappear
It hides in me (in dirt unshown)
A daunting feeling (in dirt unshown)
It hides in me (in dirt unshown)
It’s speaking clearly (in dirt unshown)
Sheepish, contrite
In need of a thousand reasons why
Hands to my eyes
Lets pretend you cannot see the things I hide
It hides in me (in dirt unshown)
A daunting feeling (in dirt unshown)
It hides in me (in dirt unshown)
It’s speaking clearly (in dirt unshown)