Flesh

I'm a walking disaster
Drawn to the enemy
Oh, when the crow calls
I will follow
Sucker for the graveyard diggers
Shot my own foot
Running to the ditch I dug

There's many little bones in the closet now
Making a twisted sound
Howling in the night and it's coming my way
Come to collect that pound

Pound
Flesh
Blend
Fresh
Run
Fly
Boy
Cry
(No heroes, no heroes, no heroes)
Running to the ditch I dug

Pound
Flesh
Blend
Fresh
Run
Fly
Boy
Cry
(No heroes, no heroes, no heroes)
Running to the ditch I dug

New year, new me, new hideaway
It's all lies anyway
Can't cope, can't grow
Stagnant cynic hope, "Here lies your loving gaze"

Building up a backbone
Battle drone so alone
I'm pristine shit, best of all the bad bits
Building up a backbone
Battle drone so alone
I'm pristine shit, best of all the bad bits (ha)

Pound
Flesh
Blend
Fresh
Run
Fly
Boy
Cry
(No heroes, no heroes, no heroes)
Running to the ditch I dug

Pound
Flesh
Blend
Fresh
Run
Cry
Boy
Fly
(No heroes, no heroes, no heroes)
Running to the ditch I dug

Baby, you can trust me (what's there left to believe, only empty gestures)
Baby, you can trust me
Look me in the eye (what's there left to believe, only empty gestures)
Tell me I'd tell a lie
Look me in the eye (what's there left to believe, only)
Tell me I'd tell a lie



Credits
Writer(s): Abigail Rachel Knudson-hollebon
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