By a Thread (I Suspend)
Fuck what you seem to recall.
Go back to sleep.
I'll intentions call me by my first name.
Honesty's deported, everything's unsorted.
I can't pretend anything's on course. I fail myself.
Looking back I forced this on myself.
Remorse is all that I have kept despite the corpses in my mind.
I just suspend.
Still withering in this ruin.
I forgot to mention that I've lost all interest in rebuilding peace.
All false idols never know the cost of what you do.
You'll always just be full of fucking shit.
By a thread, I'm still suspending up.
I just wonder, am I moving on?
Still, I'm suspending on the chord
I should have cut before with all of my
Defiling traits I showed to all of the world.
Wishing I could curse this off one someone worse.
I wonder if I'll end up as the
First to parish all for nothing but this.
I'm crippled with this sense of regret.
Time after time,
I just can't fucking stress enough that the blood in me boiled.
I fought it off, following nothing. I felt the cut.
Don't you fucking forget it you cunt.
Gasping for air but it won't fill my fucking lungs.
Still I won't beg for abetment.
Failing to learn, failing to express myself.
You just watch off in the background.
Go back to sleep.
I'll intentions call me by my first name.
Honesty's deported, everything's unsorted.
I can't pretend anything's on course. I fail myself.
Looking back I forced this on myself.
Remorse is all that I have kept despite the corpses in my mind.
I just suspend.
Still withering in this ruin.
I forgot to mention that I've lost all interest in rebuilding peace.
All false idols never know the cost of what you do.
You'll always just be full of fucking shit.
By a thread, I'm still suspending up.
I just wonder, am I moving on?
Still, I'm suspending on the chord
I should have cut before with all of my
Defiling traits I showed to all of the world.
Wishing I could curse this off one someone worse.
I wonder if I'll end up as the
First to parish all for nothing but this.
I'm crippled with this sense of regret.
Time after time,
I just can't fucking stress enough that the blood in me boiled.
I fought it off, following nothing. I felt the cut.
Don't you fucking forget it you cunt.
Gasping for air but it won't fill my fucking lungs.
Still I won't beg for abetment.
Failing to learn, failing to express myself.
You just watch off in the background.
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Writer(s): Jack Murray, James H Howell, Kyle O'connell, Maxwell Bradshaw, Ryan Wilkinson
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