Gem Mint Ten Lyrics

These ribs are no prison bars/
Or a treasure chest, a lock waiting on key/
I found this center inside/
It's being torn apart by arrows pulling in all directions/
Without control you consume me/
This knot of desire in a noose of doubt/
Without control I consume you/
Quarantine me so I will not infect/
My glass skin/
It shivers when/
Your eyes throw looks like stones/
I'm taking names/
I'm placing the blame/
On the one that doesn't exist, it's all on me/
Soldiers at war/
You're what I'm fighting for/
Under friendly fire/
It's kinda funny how a streetlight can disect me and cut me down to size/
It's beauty and reason how a stranger can affect me and put this weight on my chest/
Without control you consume me/
A knot of desire in a noose of doubt/
These imperfections we can not accecpt/
Hold us together bind and connect/