I pick at scabs Pull my platelets clean Pistons push and pull The liquid in my veins There's an understanding That I'm not the same Person you once met Through different planes
Demons played inside Clear white screens Poking through their net Colored binary green They showed me how to feel While I writhed in wait Wistfully tapped my keys My words in bitter taste
Oh that's all right, really! I like it when people interpret them some way, I love to hear how people see it :> It does have to do with something I was feeling on the particular night I wrote it but that doesn't mean it can't mean something else too.
I like to leave that up to everyone else. They tend to hold more personal meaning to me.
It does have to do with something I was feeling on the particular night I wrote it but that doesn't mean it can't mean something else too.