The Warping

For what I believe is to be uncovered And those I revere leave me filling hurried The guise you perceive I can hardly bear shit In lieu of a change I'll just have to wear it Sick to my stomach I must avert my eyes For beauties far too haunting I fly in sickened skies Made ill from all my yearning A meal for two My endless discontent for never leaving my body I could never be a girl like you I had my fair warning there was plenty of clues The warping of image I must avert my eyes For beauties far too haunting I fly in sickened skies Made ill from all my yearning My jealousy it's surrounding me Tearing me apart and looks to steal the air I breathe I loathe envy and its corrupting face Taunting me to dream of things that I was born to chase My jealousy it's surrounding me (I must avert my eyes) Tearing me apart and looks to steal the air I breathe (For beauties far too haunting) I loathe envy and its corrupting face (I fly in sickened skies) Taunting me to dream of things that I was born to chase (Made ill from all my yearning)