Crack

PLASTICZOOMS

Compositor: Sho Asakawa

In a sea of razors
I was thrown in here
Not a prayer is answered
Without any desire left

Throw away what's important
Because it's all lost meaning
I wanted something else
(Though it's not like I can say what)

The pocket-watch quickens
Audibly severe
That voice threatens to kill
In a sea of razors, no one's here

A cracked heart
A cracked face
There's no turning back

I blocked up my ears and shut my eyes
I stopped my breathing and surrendered to the waves
Awfully comfortable, I'm getting so tired
I could fall asleep right here
I've gotten used to grief