Trespassing

Always holding on a hand
Where nails were bitten back
And the spit attacked the skin
Damage outside and in
What protects a gash
That doesn't attract dirt and ash
Over the open graze
Blemish under muscle and vein

It's just always hanging on
But I will let you go
Because my arm is all strain
It's too dark to know for how long
You'll fall until you'll stop
It's either one of us gone, or both

Always holding on a hand
Where nails were bitten back
And the spit attacked the skin
Damage outside and in
What protects a gash
That doesn't attract dirt and ash
Over the open grazе
Blemish under muscle and vеin