Swaddle - Soft Kill

The fastest running patient

I’ve swept them all away

Swept up in the piss, I held a fist of pretty pearls

The vapors in my system

I’m running towards the day

No sleep here within ages

We push the means away

The patient turns and cries

I turn back, I’m laughing again

Losing focus on the reason

Just look to settle scores

Crept up in the mist, I spun the mess in other worlds

What creeps up in my system

I’m running far away

Too deep to turn the pages

And kill the days at play

The patient turns and cries

I turn back, I’m laughing again