Cave In - Bottom Feeder / Segue 3 Lyrics
Long walks with my temperTake me down a dead end streetIn contemplation;Where do we start at the end?Before I could collect myself,I'm vacuumed in by a figure's armspreadWith fiery gasps of iron-air,Cornered in my circle of friends.Won't he speak to you?Emptied on the floorWere the shells of my defenses,Placing in his ownBullets of condescendence.Those people shafted meOf my social weaponry