Psychophile - Never Had A Face текст песни

I wish I could eliminate the minutiae of social grace

Embittered by the smile of etiquette ignored by me



A paradox in corridors, I wipe the dark, I slash the floor

Escape for me, for me, for me

A paradox in corridors...



I wish I never had a face, with minds and hearts I've laid to waste

Excrutiating shame in who I am and tried to be



I wish I never left a trace of mismatched body, soul and face

A misspent word is overheard, spreading poison, wildfire burns