your eyes followed me here

your eyes seemless and sure

they leave me broken and

in need of a cure

your eyes followed me here

your eyes sifting my soul

they leave me broken and

forge diamonds from the coal

they race me along

the infinite synapse of white lines

and then while chasing the dawn

with storybook syntax your eyes

slit the throat of all i know

about myself in this life

this silhouette lie

and your eyes speaking in tounges, vigilante still

filling my lungs, testing my will

they leave me broken and bruised and bleeding

your eyes resting in flame

leave me breathless again

like hydrogen

split on faultlines

or ten years living with

exposure to radon, your eyes

slit the throat of all i know

about myself in this life

this silhouette lie

slit the throat of all i know

about myself in this life

this silhouette lie

slit my throat, 'cause i know

that this life is a lie

so slit my throat