Youth Code - Amoeba Green Room Session

An incision, sliced dry

Release the prisons from the hell of your mind

Flood out, poisioning

Pestilence on every loved living thing

Cold snap, lonely breath

Binding tightly to whatever is left

Rattled cages, broken bones

A plague lit path to every road that you roam

Avengement Avengement

It will find you and eat you up alive

Avengement

Scrying mirror, holding weight

Behold the glass will show the scenes of this fate

Every junction you may turn Sent up in flames as I grin while you burn

Avengement Avengement

It will find you and eat you up alive

Avengement

Should you ever see this face again Run fast and far past every bend

Should you ever see this face again Run fast and far past every bend

Luminescent stains of the wasp splayed so yellow and benign

Never had a fighting chance

The true definition of a sad state of affairs

Pregnant with hope A fever running hot against the wind

Only to end up

Painted thin against the glass against the frame

Feeling aimless to an end

I hope this glance is a trigger for you An urge with couldn't subside

Reflection of every seedy desire Cannonading through placid eyes

The first venture A meddling tepid toe dip towards a pulse

Seeking danger seemed so modest

We lost sight as the tensions thickened Aquiescing to carnal thought