Black Cross Art Offensive
My weight this pain and anger
Expose it, mind turned outwards
Poured through my dirty fingers
Sharing pain and bliss, my ocean
I take my art offensive
We're all alone
Broken hearted and insane
Nowhere to go
Strangle my voice and you have it
A gray oppression
Wrap my eyes and you have it
A mind control
So sick of hiding in and out of narrow lines
I'm choking
Call me abrasive itÀs all I know
Insatiable, born with a taste
That set our frozen lips to fire
Doomed to feel with such intensity
We must create
