Uhtceare
The world is still dead
And I alone am poking holes in it
Oh, the arguments I'm having with myself
And the threads that don't connect
The words are too old
For me to fully recognise their power
How I cower from invisible attacks
How I'm plotting my escape
They come to me in second lines, as spirits
The chattering fangs of all my neighbours
The clawing wallets of my creditors
They tell me to do myself a favour
But I won't
The world is still dead
And I alone am bating my misgivings
Oh, the devil I've been broiling in my fever
He wears your teeth around his neck
The air is too close
For me to fully regulate my breathing
How I panic when I notice I am breathing
It makes ghosts of my legs
They come to me as hand me downs, like cancers
The blackening white lies of my father
And the braying long cons of the grifters
Tell me I'll be happy ever after
But I won't
The dawn is readying its choir
I'm laying ice cold in a room that's on fire
They come to me in second thoughts, as killers
The fears I train as labourers and builders
They carve their monolithic alters
For me to beg forgiveness for my sins now
But I won't
For me to beg forgiveness, but I won't
For me to beg forgiveness, but I won't
And I alone am poking holes in it
Oh, the arguments I'm having with myself
And the threads that don't connect
The words are too old
For me to fully recognise their power
How I cower from invisible attacks
How I'm plotting my escape
They come to me in second lines, as spirits
The chattering fangs of all my neighbours
The clawing wallets of my creditors
They tell me to do myself a favour
But I won't
The world is still dead
And I alone am bating my misgivings
Oh, the devil I've been broiling in my fever
He wears your teeth around his neck
The air is too close
For me to fully regulate my breathing
How I panic when I notice I am breathing
It makes ghosts of my legs
They come to me as hand me downs, like cancers
The blackening white lies of my father
And the braying long cons of the grifters
Tell me I'll be happy ever after
But I won't
The dawn is readying its choir
I'm laying ice cold in a room that's on fire
They come to me in second thoughts, as killers
The fears I train as labourers and builders
They carve their monolithic alters
For me to beg forgiveness for my sins now
But I won't
For me to beg forgiveness, but I won't
For me to beg forgiveness, but I won't
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Writer(s): Lee Switzer-woolf
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