Sickening Feeling from Decay by VISIONS

That sickening feeling in my stomach turns for you
A tightness in my chest, a palpitation

Pick at the scars, they etch so deep
Watch them bleed, feel the need, watch them desecrate

Your facial expressions fuck me up, they cut right through me
One soft touch, one last look, one final embrace

And now I sit here pissed off
With only my thoughts, make me cut my wrists off
Ooooo, a declaration

After all these years wouldn’t it be nice to have known
Pick at the scars again, they no longer bleed
You turned to salt in front of my eyes, how quickly we lie
This sickening feeling, can’t erase the sands of time

I hear the voices
Surrounding thoughts of panic
And all this hate and loneliness
Catching every last breath

And your kind’s eyes
They kill me every time
Pierce the wound inside
Set my heart on fire

And after all these years wouldn’t it be nice to have known
Pick at the scars again, they no longer bleed
You turned to salt in front of my eyes, how quickly they lie
And this sickening feeling, can’t erase time

Pick, pick at the scars again
They won’t bleed for you anyway

Stare into these kind eyes
Am I crazy for you, crazy for you boy

They won’t feed you
They just feed into the pain
Am I crazy for you, crazy for, crazy for, crazy for the pain

• Punk
• anarcho punk
• dark punk
• post punk
• post-punk
• Portland