Eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
Too many eyes
A little choked up
Talons caught in a beak
Pressure
Is it a feeling called pressure?
Sedated
But I'm feeling fated
Getting over shame when I try to speak to demons
If we all cry ourselves to sleep
What does that make buyers that set fires at our feet?
They'll treat our fears like currency
Get in the way of fluency
I don't care that maybe the pain was destiny
A flame