The Blade
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
But if my tongue were unbound, I'd hold your head under
And drown you in spite
If my angst had an edge, then I'd cut you with it
But my passion's ablaze, and I'll burn you with it
For far too long have I been dragging this shadow behind me
Riddled with guilt and heavy with sleep
Given the cup, I've been drowning in half-light
I've been wrecking my body on a levee of bones
How vain to me these hours of ease
And how fucking stifling this apathy
Etched from distance and shrouded in coldness
There's a difference between Me and who I could have been
Cause once, when I hated, I made it fucking follow
And when I loved, I made it wholly consume
My name still spells vengeance but I wear it with fear now
Holding in the violence as my temper frays
When the sickness strikes and the restlessness bays
I feel constrained to commit to my youthful ways
Sentenced a Judas to my very own skin
I feel the lingering madness of it slipping in
But if there can only be a God in the face of a Devil
Then you can keep your fucking comfort and bring in the nightmares
Born with the anger to burn through them all
I'd rather come undone than end up in thrall again
But if my tongue were unbound, I'd hold your head under
And drown you in spite
If my angst had an edge, then I'd cut you with it
But my passion's ablaze, and I'll burn you with it
For far too long have I been dragging this shadow behind me
Riddled with guilt and heavy with sleep
Given the cup, I've been drowning in half-light
I've been wrecking my body on a levee of bones
How vain to me these hours of ease
And how fucking stifling this apathy
Etched from distance and shrouded in coldness
There's a difference between Me and who I could have been
Cause once, when I hated, I made it fucking follow
And when I loved, I made it wholly consume
My name still spells vengeance but I wear it with fear now
Holding in the violence as my temper frays
When the sickness strikes and the restlessness bays
I feel constrained to commit to my youthful ways
Sentenced a Judas to my very own skin
I feel the lingering madness of it slipping in
But if there can only be a God in the face of a Devil
Then you can keep your fucking comfort and bring in the nightmares
Born with the anger to burn through them all
I'd rather come undone than end up in thrall again
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Writer(s): Jelle Laurijssen
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