Holes in Your Wall

Assume my intentions are of volatile malice
Trust me now if you don't
Put the knife away so I can find it later
So many things I do, you won't

No more to you than the others
Those that did you wrong
Some that might've hid their pain
For the only reply is a victim's song

I am not innocent to you, anymore

Suppress with a pill, maybe more
Try some, it might put you to sleep
None of your nerve to do what's 'you'
Motives are swayed to an end too deep

Dreams I remember are larger than life
At times they purvey the clouds in the sky
Ones so pure I want to end this strife
And I look around me when I rise, asking why

Can it be that your appreciations
Are so agitating, that you crawl in?
I had no intention to put you under
But I rot in the coronation of my very own skin

You win.

Crowned of hollow remnants, you need a reason to hate
You're flies to sh*t, you put me under
You're bees around honey, as I feel your'e grudge
I live and let be, as I rip myself asunder