Porcelain

There's still some days where
Condescend my head
A repeated subside
It's worth remembering
I'm stuck to your skin
That sinking feeling
As I go back
I wish I could make you fly
Counting days until disaster
Counting days until disaster
Can you see it underneath?
Are you grinding down your teeth?
Spiral
Fractured
It's forming in porcelain
Sick mental
I fall in
Between your bones
It's cut to bone
That sinking feeling
That I regret
Inner
Lose the ceiling
Can you see it underneath?
Are you grinding down your teeth?
Spiral fractured
It's forming in porcelain
Sick mental
It's forming
Between your bones
It's cut to bone

Porcelain
Porcelain
Porcelain
Porcelain