Cave In - Until Your Heart Stops

A parasite that lost its appetite
With what he calls his own
Being yours to clean for.
Walk with a weapon and fight just to see
What draws the line
Between the now and yesterday.

Scenes from the past
Being premonitions all too real.
We dwell like antique paintings older every day,
Until a thief steals you from the wall
In the shadows of creative eclipses.
I've noticed your handwriting improve
Over the years, Though sometimes I can still smell shit in the ink.

I can't clean this stain of a little boy,
And sadly I am trapped in here for good.
Locked my door and read these cryptic pieces
A hundred-thousand times more.
For every sundown that crutches the awake,
Simmering the need of peace and lightly seasoning
Our bodies back to bed.

Aimless is the mind on porcelain pillows.
And we dwell like antique paintings,
Older every day.