I mistook pretension for honesty Believed in kindness, camaraderie But it's a plot, a written strategy As you plan your heist of victory The rain is coming down to wash all the stains You try to flood my mind, but it’s all in vain Bruised on my skin A beautiful carving, painted permanently Bruised in my bones Under dark cover, over the open sea Bruised on my lips Laid on the surface, you refuse to see Bruised in my heart The pain lingers as I sip your poisoned tea A shiny crown of a tragic saint Bleeding dry every wall you paint A masterpiece built on mindless distress Looking for a pawn in your game of chess One by one, caught in a spiral web Of cotton candy, sweet fakery A sinister smile glowed in a striking jab As a puppeteer showcases mastery This is where we stand Back to back, hand to hand I’m breaking apart You, have nowhere to run... The sky turns black, as water rises high The truth is screaming through your twisted lies! Bruised on my skin A beautiful carving, painted permanently Bruised in my bones Under dark cover, over the open sea Bruised on my lips Laid on the surface, you refuse to see Bruised in my heart The pain lingers as I sip your poisoned tea Not running, not staying... Just observing.
