Waiting On The Kill

Rising with the last word
There's no fear in my eyes
Lived my life fist over hand
I'm caught in the crawl again
Scratching hiding justifying
Scars that I had once shown
Changing rhyming redefining
Words that I had once known

There's someone crawling
Inside my skin
I feel them calling
So once again
I painted my face for the kill
Quickly my heart was slowing
Far from the stage of the real
Back where my blood was flowing

Sent to sterilize
My mind, my eyes, my hands
You hated me, I hated me
I'm caught in the crawl again