Blackened Crisis

Fivespeed

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I am closed minded (you're welcome to see)
I am still frightened (red down on my knees)
I've closed kill a red wren
I've killed close red wren

And it's the same old fight
And I will win, win
Cause you are not to tell, well, well
Open my cell, when, when?
Cause you have crossed the line
Live with me every time and I'm still sinking

Well I learning well
You are not the blackened crisis
Holding out this side of me isn't to fail
I am show and tell
You are not the painted liar
I am just a syndicate I've been too well

I am closed minded, you're welcome to see
I am still frightened, red down on my knees
I've closed kill a red wren
I've killed close red wren

And it's the same old fight
I have chosen well
You are not the blackened crisis
Holding out this side of me isn't to fail
I am show and tell
You are not the painted liar
I am just a syndicate I've been too well

I am sinking shell
Holding out the last thought I had
I'm afraid to breathe
I am learning well
You are not the blackened crisis
I'm afraid to breathe

I want someone else's fingers to beed
And then so slowly sing with red teeth

I'm off my chair again times ten up times ten
Holding out my fingertips
Fuck, fuck, find my seat too wet times ten, times ten
Holding out my fingertips
It's just a sight for me
In my canopy bed
Open my cell
I am learning well
You are not to tell