So much for last impressions
Vacant just beneath the skin
Guess no one likes it
And not for nothing
Your false offerings of night
Thrive my soul in starlight
Though gray is woven
Inside this empty chest
That's where desert scorpions shape the nest
I'm nothing without
Your hearts perception vague
Hence why it's here I rest my head
Sleeping through oblivion
Intended for suppression
Vacant just beneath the skin
Because no one likes it
And not for nothing
Your false offerings of night
Consign your claim as moonchild
Though gray is woven
Inside this empty chest
I swear desert scorpions shaped your nest here
I'm nothing if not
So godforsaken that
I'd put my faith in you to rest
