To Cause Your Own Death

They don't really care about us
They just want our body on the altar
They tell you the things they offer
They don't care, they don't care

Don't let their body language fool you
They're talking to the devil on the corner
They feed off our pain
They don't care, they don't care

I can feel my skin crawl off of my very bones
When they tell you your chances are a million to one
You're done for
Is it you to decide my price tag doesn't match yours?
No matter all the riches you hoard
You can't afford my soul

My body was burning under your coals
It's your words I hate the most
Jerusalem bells are ringing
I feel my sin, I'm sinking

What's the plan? We go back
What's ahead? Don't ask that
You want love, but hold back
All the shame, heart attack

Change our clothes for the weather
No, we don't fuck with each other
And effervescent, your soul
But all the liquid turned cold

What's the plan? We go back
What's ahead? Don't ask that
You want love, but hold back
All the shame, heart attack

Change our clothes for the weather
No, we don't fuck with each other
And effervescent, your soul
But all the liquid turned cold



Credits
Writer(s): Mon Rovîa
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