We Do What We Want

Turn the cheval glass and find Corruption under my skin And mind You're so far from safety Put your fingers to your eyes And steal yourself away Repetition It will not be satisfied You cannot be satisfied The worst isn't ever the curse of the clevere

We've all got something to say, when we open our mouths we have someone to blame. We all have demons to face. Situations evolve into something we can't explain. It's like a thorn in my mind. Digging deeper and deeper and killing the love that it find