Apiary Extract
Slow rise slow rise fight trading tortured memories taking all of its presence and feeding trapped this oblivion extracting broken self images falling changing river poisoned taking me walk breathe this circle alone pictures fading like my eyes lost in focus blinded hollow precious influence my design born taking one step closer failing this premonition a beautiful disaster reflections leaving imprints of a battered past its all I know speak in silence grow up you coward speak in silence you coward.
