Stripped

One you fear
One you answer to
One inside
One you try to hide
One you call
When you want control
Just one more
When your senses crawl
Stripped down
Art of war, perfection of sin
Stricken, bound
When the heart stops, the beating begins
One you fear
One you answer to
One inside
One you try to hide
One you call
For another score
Just one more
We’re on our way down now
One still stands, tries to hide
One step back, all these lies
One gloved hand, leads the blind
Cold, white track, feel alive
By Aiakos Barada Nikto