Skin

Consumed by panic, the static recites hymns in synchronising patterns
As you disassociate, your eyes roll back in your head
To numb has never been enough
(Never been enough)
Now you ask me to explain myself
What it costs to find
Staring at the lines in my hands (In my hands)
Blood black nothingness begins to spin
Would you believe a single word I say?
Systems of synchrony
A system of cells interlinked
Did they teach you how to feel
How long have you longed for a heart
Synthetic memories
How do you really know that you’re alive
In your eyes, a reflection
The image blurred
(Slowly sink in)
A cure for the swelling doubt
The looming sense of self
When you sleep do you truly dream?
Blood black nothingness begins to spin
I struggle to believe myself
Desperate for an answer
Why I’m forced to reside in this hollow shell
In your eyes, a reflection
The image blurred
Slowly sink in
Disassociate