Sentenced
Who would want me now?
Envious flesh of the fix
I absolve thy earthly saviour
I will carry out this sentence
Every time I see my reflection
Rip straight through to my veins
The heat behind my ears
Match the colour of the waves
Food has lost its taste
I will burden those
Who are close to me
Crush my bones into nothing
I've failed myself again
I will carry out this sentence
Every time I see my reflection
Carve my name in my face
So you can spell my shame
Counting the bodies that have fallen prey
To the same godless mistakes
I'll always fucking make
I will welcome this silence
With slit wrists in timorous light
Grinding into the faults
Of my contenders territory
I'd rather starve myself than eat
Than accept your head on his chest
Or my trembling hands around my throat
Courtesy of pins I swallowed
To stitch myself together
My gnarled hide will wax and wane
While these delusions push me closer to my grave
I'm sorry for what I am and what I'm not
Capillaries branching into nothing
Hanging from the ceiling
From suspended goals cast in gold
(Who would want me now?)
Who would want me now?
Who would want me now?
Envious flesh of the fix
I absolve thy earthly saviour
I will carry out this sentence
Every time I see my reflection
Rip straight through to my veins
The heat behind my ears
Match the colour of the waves
Food has lost its taste
I will burden those
Who are close to me
Crush my bones into nothing
I've failed myself again
I will carry out this sentence
Every time I see my reflection
Carve my name in my face
So you can spell my shame
Counting the bodies that have fallen prey
To the same godless mistakes
I'll always fucking make
I will welcome this silence
With slit wrists in timorous light
Grinding into the faults
Of my contenders territory
I'd rather starve myself than eat
Than accept your head on his chest
Or my trembling hands around my throat
Courtesy of pins I swallowed
To stitch myself together
My gnarled hide will wax and wane
While these delusions push me closer to my grave
I'm sorry for what I am and what I'm not
Capillaries branching into nothing
Hanging from the ceiling
From suspended goals cast in gold
(Who would want me now?)
Who would want me now?
Who would want me now?
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Writer(s): Grant Dougald Matthews
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