Fault Lines

All thought is cracked bone ground into mud
With hacksaw sensitivity
Coughing up blood
Biting off the faith of another frail hope
A twitching cord of gristle tearing down my throat

Deep in this imperfect hole
I barter love for howling cold
Fall back in line as dead words drip
A time for effortless eclipse

It's a war of nerves
It's a red vice grip
It's ash on the tongue and tainted lips
A harness for my hate
The crossing out of time
It rapes the light of reason
And it suits me fine

Deep in this imperfect hole
I barter love for howling cold
Fall back in line as dead words drip
A time for effortless eclipse

The flesh peels off and the colours start to scab
As the blaze of each name burns a hole through my hands
There are teeth around the stars
And the Abyss devours the sky
And a wet machine crawls through
And sticks its needles in my eyes

Deep in this imperfect hole
I barter love for howling cold
Fall back in line as dead words drip
A time for effortless eclipse

Effortless eclipse
Effortless eclipse
Effortless eclipse
Effortless eclipse



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Barton, Emily Shackelton, Victoria Banks
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