WRATH

Bitter, blood-soaked bread, and a planner-full of pills
Slide into a stomach that doesn't want to be filled
Decrepit, dark asylum walls yearn for the days they were built

Gesture to the grave, "that's the next stop for me"
As your family almost slips down the hill with your body
"I would die before I'd go into a home"
And that is how it will be

Your smile - the only warmth left in the halls of the beast
Did you, too, dream of pulling out strips of your teeth?
We're all fucking the king for his sword, and just keeping the sheath

They won't stand at the pulpit of christ
And speak false claims of me
You'd best believe

Wouldn't you come back
To tell me
There's more?

Wouldn't you linger
In the frame
Of my door?

You are so silent
You are somewhere
Not here or now

In this kingdom
Crown of flowers
On this brow

We both deserve more



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Reasoner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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