It's regression, I concave
Agression kills what might
Track horrors and misfits
Or snap back and bite.
The dog's teeth are sharp,
The wolves' claws are bone.
The seamstress makes the fit,
Because it needs to be sewn.
It will tear and rip.
And you know what I will do?
Instead, I'll let it fall
Enjoy the chaotic view.
And it haunts me, to say the least.
I'm not sure I'm alright.
But I'm a goddamn mess
And I'm ready to fight.