Victms Of Ours Skills

I'm not sure

If it's for you

Or if it's from

What I've seen

Maybe it's just my

Poison in my skin

It's all I feel

Victims of our skills

Dizzy always at dawn

And a face that blinds

Me in the crowd

And I slip on sidewalks

Afraid

To cross the streets

It's all I feel

Victims of our skills

Corner in corner

Living somehow our tricks

And I flinch in desires

And oversights

I blame and

Forgive me for feeling alive

It's all I feel

Victims of our skills

I slip on my few moves

Feeling every curve

I do not know if my

Angels despise me

Or hold me

By the hand

Or darkness make me walk in vain

But the poison, the whisper, the dawn and the wait

Keep me awake

It's all I feel

Victims of our skills