For you. You know who you are.

Through the remains I have been sorting
Seeking refuge underneath flourecent skies
An apocalypse of pity
I know she is safe and building her disguise

Bracing for the scavengers
Who reign upon my humble domain
Fills my face with anger
Into permanent distortion

I'm ugly getting over you
It's what you wanted
You're gorgeous running out of me
It's what you wanted
I'm ugly getting over you
I know that you're more beautiful now

everyday's survival lesson
Brings another scarring session to sustain
I anticipate a lesion
It's a chemical reaction to my pain

7,000 weathered faces
Hide my beautiful and buried smile
Sleeping seems to be the greatest medication

And brushing off the bottle
I become a connoisseur for the night
Rake the dead grass from the bitter green
That's growing wild.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Arios, in the year 122 MA.