El Martillo Y El Cincel

Melt away into the back.
Lying dormant, then down my neck.
I try to breathe, the minds constricted, I realized I'm too addicted.
My shoulders are sore from this cross that I bear, but I know I'm the one that put it there.


My fingers tingle as the vien becomes two, little do you know, this blood runs for you.


Heavily sedated, back up to the mind.
Now to see clearly that you're so blind.
Then down to the guts, As I toss and turn.
The ulcers of love, I can handle the burn.
An interesting breeze, blowing in from the south turns thoughts, feelings, and emotions into words in my mouth.


My fingers tingle as the vein becomes two, little do you now, this blood runs for you.
When all is said and done, when people are through, I want you to know I woud die for you.


Aftershock or reality? Of the life after death.
Sometimes it feels like this could be my last breath.
Take a peer into the lake of all I've pissed away.
Let it out of cage, my thoughts in disarray.

The left side so heavy, so heavy it drags me down.
But off in the distance is an unfamilar sound.


My fingers tingle as the vein becomes two, little do you now, this blood runs for you.
When all is said and done, when people are through, I want you to know I woud die for you.


When the light turns to darkness, when the soul and body are two.
I hope you can see I did it all for you.
This wind breathes life, and is so close now that it whistles.
It's you, the bodily symmetry.
The hammer and the chisel.