Reason To Be

Slow-motion murder herein the blood blur incensed from
All that I see
Curbside laboratory I've got nowhere to be your insides
Are out here with me
You're my totem, my trophy, my reason to be reason to be
Pleasing so much to the touch ceasing to even exist your
Teasing smile to your terrorized from frown use you, feed
You back to the ground inside, I never grieve deep down
I am diseased
You're my totem, my trophy, my reason to be reason to be
Slow-motion murder herin the blood blur incensed from
All that I see
Curbside laboratory I've got nowhere to be your insides
Are out here with me