
Born On Earth

I’ve seen thoughts destroy souls.
People so lost in their own heads you’re not talking to a human anymore —
You’re talking to something cold.
Smoky.
Rusty steel in the shape of a person.
So lost, there’s no fishing hook strong enough to reel them back to shore.
People so lost in their own heads you’re not talking to a human anymore —
You’re talking to something cold.
Smoky.
Rusty steel in the shape of a person.
So lost, there’s no fishing hook strong enough to reel them back to shore.