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