No,
I will not bend under this wieght...

This machine;
Made of muscle...

The veil.
The mask...

The turn was quick
But the truck...

She seems black and white
but the colours are blinding...

These things go unsaid.
And these secrets remain in the dark...

Tonight she'll find no comfort
Its banging on the door again...

I make shadows dance away
And fall back to the floor...

My mind.
Calloused and sore...

Lovers by word
And we promise nothing...

Turn around and
Turn away...

I ache for that
One true feeling...