...and You Will Try to Speak

Do you think your severed limbs will be waiting for you in heaven?
It takes a special person to realise what they have lost
Suffering is essential
When atrophy makes you who you are

I would hate for you to be missed
At your turn to suck the cyst

There are many nooses in the trees
If you suddenly decide to be free

You are not meant to see me
For I am not for your eyes

But you're wealthy aren't you?
For misery is the world's only true currency

And at that moment
Of your absolute realisation
You will try to speak
I will wash your mouth out with rope



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Atkinson, Nick Smith, Stace Fifield, Stuart Henley-minchington, Tim Stewart
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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