Fear for Me Now

Shield the ears of creation
Hands forever free of blood

I am the foundation
On which dreams die
Predicting an imminent pain
Through delusions of decay
There will be no rest
Pestilence will spread
On beds of nails
Reinforcing wounds

Hanging on
Every word
I'd rather
Hang myself

Shield the ears of creation (Fault not yourself)
Hands forever free of blood (Fear for me now)

Hanging on
Every word
I'd rather
Hang myself

(Are you there?)
You're sick
You're sick, you need to come home
You're sick, you need to come home



Credits
Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Gregory James Thomas, Brendan Jospeh Murphy, William Paul Rymer
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