Threads Lyrics

Curse this regress
Veiled in anguish,
As the threads of shame feast and claw their way
Past this defense
I'll be sequenced:
I'm not your kind.
Seamless distance
Coiled in weakness
And a silken faith in a world beyond a disgrace.

I'm not your kind,
Surrendering lies pale and ill-defined;
Sounds like grey skies.