At The Edge Of Broken Glass

Inside a broken mirror i see abysmal grief undiscovered repentance without clear relief

Street lights lead me into an ocean of the sorrow glare of the whisper and everything must follow

The chaos of my thoughts became my little shrine and every muffled scream i see it on my spine

I dissolve my own soul in the pit of boiling shit I don't know what's on my mind and what its gonna breed