the house is surrounded

the house is surrounded.

like olives around a tin can

strange man who has an odd plan

couldn’t be living in such a dead land



all we see is evil when sight is under level

god above devil, for what’s good below?

and underneath we strive to become

nothing more then forever numb

before we had a chance to succumb



here I feel like I’m enlosed in steel

this tragedy, under silhoutte spread throughout

it has eaten me



you said you would be there, but left not a trace

i’ve got no path from which to follow you

you’ve left me with no choice but to leave myself

and myself with no chance to bear witness

and the witness with no armor to form a defense



and now it surrounds me

i couldn’t escape if I wanted to

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