The Mara Effect (Part III)

I am a prisoner here
Weave the synthetic when wrapping up my wrists
I don't truly dream when you're near
Loosen aesthetics remain asphyxiated on the paint peeling back from the door
Now I can see you for what you are
She drew the shape on the floor
Now I can see the full spectrum

How can I feel existential dread?
It's my fear
I am eternal

Hurt me with your mouth, make me settle down
Whispering the words on the wind as they blow
Heartbeat in the nest, pressure on my chest
Where did all the signs of the dissonant go?
And when they tell me they pray for me and they lack a certain empathy
The enemy hits me so low
So the circles on the ground make me settle down
Hurt me, give me something from nothing
This is the lie that you come from

Meet me down in the mud
She is the mother and she loves it when we all hurt each other
Proud that her children are weak
I am a language that you have hidden in a syllable
And now you're refusing to speak

I don't even cry anymore
I don't even cry anymore

Hurt me with your mouth, make me settle down
Whispering the words on the wind as they blow
Heartbeat in the nest, pressure on my chest
Where did all the signs of the dissonant go?
And when they tell me they pray for me and they lack a certain empathy
The enemy hits me so low
So the circles on the ground make me settle down
Hurt me, give me something from nothing
This is the lie that you come from

My skin crawls, my chest heaves
Punish me

My skin crawls, my chest heaves
Punish me
My skin crawls, my chest heaves
Punish me

It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara (Mara)

It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara (Mara)

It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara
It's the effect of the Mara (Mara)