P.S. - Project 86

Her heart

Her heart bleeds

Her heart

Her heart bleeds

It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze

At the page at the faces of nameless

You're alone again and this distortion

Is an apt replacement for

An unquenchable desire for more

More pages strewn

Across this sickening floor

I can't look at this

I can't look at you

I can't look at me who cares

If they saw

What those eyes seen

If they saw

What those eyes seen

Oh how her heart it would bleed

If she only knew those abusive roots

And how the children would weep

If they only saw what those eyes have seen

It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay

It always takes us further

Than we wanted to go go go go go

But you don't mind

No you don't at the time

Begging to be set free

From what we're meant to be

Begging to be set free

From what we're meant to be

It's inside you and your soul is longing

Yearning pleading to be set free

Within' your eyes within' my eyes within' our eyes

There could never be a more complete

Perversion of what we were meant to be

And with all that is in me I hate this

As we're sinking inside this ever feeding illness

We are all quite silent sitting still

Sitting still sitting still sitting still

Sitting still sitting still sitting still