Sandpaper

A Cat-scratch,
a whiplash
a witch haunted black
Sandpaper.

Sandpaper tears up my skin
grabbing the state of it.
Little soul, my heart it scrapes,
grabbing the soul it bleeds ahead.

Abrasive wounds that never heal
bleending emotion are hard to feel.
Evasive sounds of true beliefs calling
model your primal skills for me.

Something happens when the dark meet the light.
Something happens when you start up the fight.
Something happens when the sun turns to grey.
Something happens when you scare the monsters away.

A Cat-scratch,
a whiplash
a witch haunted black
Sandpaper.

Flesh paper burns to the bone,
melting away with alamode.
Blow torch my brain away,
there's nothing left for me to play.

You already know that I've become,
taking and breaking a lot of one.
All the comes within my mind,
breathing and feeding and I might find.

Something happens when the dark meet the light.
Something happens when you start up the fight.
Something happens when the sun turns to grey.
Something happens when you scare the monsters away.

Something happens when the dark meet the light.
Something happens when you start up the fight.
Something happens when the sun turns to grey.
Something happens when you scare the monsters away.

Something happens when the dark meet the light.
Something happens when you start up the fight.
Something happens when the sun turns to grey.
Something happens when you scare the monsters away.

A Cat-scratch,
a whiplash
a witch haunted black
Sandpaper X2