This Mortal Flesh

fine inside yet never close to fine
don’t feel like feeling
walk the line to find a new set of lines
don’t feel like feeling
pushing always ahead getting further behind
don’t feel like feeling
sweet perfume on shit is all you will find
don’t feel like feeling…
time to move on
time to displace
spit on my pride
spit in my face
nothing but air
ever was there
void in denial
never a care
and I just don’t feel like feeling anymore…