.
[a pact] .

ink like blood - just blacker
can't tell me what went wrong
the only gift I have to offer
are teeth biting blooddeep
blooddeep into tongue

and I'm feeling like
a freakish monster child
of those who sang before me

with my back turned
to the mirror burnt
I'm trying hard not to be
what's behind me

when I need advice
when even cries
are not enough to outgrow
all you've done before me

language is what other people call a Disease
language is what other people call a Machine

deeper than the silence within me
is the silence from you
and you all knew before me:

language is what other people call a Disease
language is what other people call a Machine
and I'm feeling like
a mutant monster child
of those who sang before me:

language is what other people call a Disease
language is what other people call a Machine

Your voice deep and wide
like a slide
projected onto my life