séance to a past life, back before we were born. biting down on the half life now it’s half torn. but some things just last forever, they told me nothing does, I wish that were. secret heresies, and every night’s a ritual, biting down on her forked tongue and she walks slow. nights like this just say it all, and then I fall to my knees. you’ve got me speaking in tongues I’ve never spoken before. don’t know just what I’m after but things keep going faster. singing in a song, won’t reverse the wrongs I just might do. jaded mask got you acting like you’ve never been wrong, spitting out all the stale remains of past faults. lies like piss inside your eyes. nothing stings worse