Torn

Where is all this coming from

A shredded faith from being tortured numb

This taste that lingers on my tongue

Dirt in my gums, blood in my lungs

Do you still smile with broken teeth

Your skin's alive but dead underneath

If you can sell it you can call it art

But what's it worth when you rip it apart

Torn like all the pages

That filled up the ages

I couldn't take them anymore