Bodymap

In sparse genome, though not much rare I've lain the contours by the beckons of my blood, its downflow streamed from the arches of my heart, the dark memoirs spanning rues of flood, I've drowned the borders by the weight in my eyes, drawn boundaries where the waters blossomed in the mud, tried to outgrow the growth till it dried, lotuses do remember the hint of a draught. [Hook] Walk into the habitat step into the walks of me step into the heavy dirt you don't need to, you don't need to walk over me In what obscurity does the parched lands cry, when forgiveness festers the human heart, and the mind bookmarks timelines too acute to heal, the stupor of clouds ache what's aught, the depth of the wounds deepens the feel, that bargained kindness, in stuttering frames topples in the dirt, Enslaved by our own , when the world waves a goodbye and the intricate emptiness becomes too heavy to part. [Hook] Walk into the habitat step into the wilds of me step into my desolate lair you don't need to, you don't need to dare over me The leftover life gutted in the storm against the black sky, the endless black roads, flimsy little memories hulled from the dead, lay their sting like tormented toads, lay their taint in the burial mound, what is salvation without all these ghastly forms, that haunt the paths where once our stallions rode, these leftover thoughts consumed by my dread, will occupy me long after i am gone, as you try to pin me down. Walk into the habitat step into the trap of me let the knife know what its stabbing you don't need to, you don't need to lie to me lie to me, lie to me...[repeat]