Gallows in Static

Let age take you disgracefully to task
Become dust on my fingertips
Give me the gift of your exit, your obscurity
And when press meets paper there will be no ink to spill your fucking name
Decades of gorging yourself, witless and bloated, eating our shame
Consuming the efforts of our brittle spirits beneath you
Collecting our trust like a hollow game
Earning every ounce of our spit on your fucking grave

Let your fear mount, lest you lose it
Let your fear mount, lest you lose it
Let your fear mount, lest you lose it
Let your fear mount, lest you lose it

As they pull the sheet over your eyes
I hope you can taste the salt of our secretions on the corners of your lips
Underneath your fucking tongue
Savor what you've done

Savor what you've done
Savor what you've done
Savor what you've done
Savor what you've done

Society sending its thanks for your skin sagging off of your frame
Unburden your heart from the curse that you put on my fucking name
And as soon as the weight of the world you've abused becomes too much to bear
Becomes too much to bear
Give me the rope and I'll teach you how to use it
Give me the rope and I'll teach you how to use it



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Schuster
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