So, Within - Seryn

The less and less I sing

As my mouth begins to feed

On any ease I find

But nothing that I need

The moment I am sure

I am sure to second guess

I’ll never learn to fly

If I never leave this nest

The moment I am sure

I am sure to second guess

I’m not looking for a home

I’m just looking for some rest

And like a wooden frame

With silk-screen for a hide:

From my pours I recreate

The same old stupid lies

And with my teeth and with my nails

I’ll scratch off my designs

Cold, but I’m not dead

Carrying all these fears on wings of lead

Coursed between the cracks;

Burn my bones to ivory black

And like a wooden frame

With silk-screen for a hide:

From my pours I recreate

The same old stupid lies

And with my teeth and with my nails

I’ll scratch off my designs