Rust Under My Skin

There’s a room inside my head No windows, no doors, just a slow red glow I hear the walls breathing low Like they know every secret I never told Every thought comes back wearing somebody’s face Every silence cuts like a rusted blade I don’t run, I don’t scream, I just stand in place Feeling the metal move beneath my veins I don’t pray, I don’t break I just count the cracks until they ache There’s rust under my skin A wire pulled too thin Something keeps turning Where the dark gets in Rust under my skin Won’t let me sleep Moving in circles Down where I bury things deep Boots in the black dirt, chains on the ground One hand on the Bible, one hand holding doubt The river sings crooked, the moon hangs wrong Every shadow has teeth, every night feels too long I smile for the mirror, I lie to the dark I carry the weight like it’s always been mine The quieter I get, the louder it starts This rust in my blood, this rust in my mind There’s rust under my skin A wire pulled too thin Something keeps turning Where the dark gets in Rust under my skin Won’t let me sleep Moving in circles Down where I bury things deep Low voice in the corner Low fire in the bone Old bells in the distance Calling me home Dust on the mirror Salt on the tongue I was never free I was only numb There’s rust under my skin A nail behind my grin Something keeps knocking But I won’t let it in Rust under my skin Black water, black seed It moves in circles Down where I bury things deep Rust under my skin… Rust under my skin…