Bones

Never did I go below the waste in this room
The floor gave way and revealed a tomb
I had been living on
Tight rope swinging on
Slowly pulling me into my doom

Friends gave chase to me
Lover waits for me
Lost on the same side of the moon
Desperate measures
Choking on weather
The light could be a rope or a noose

Pull me out I wanna go home
The monsters are made of my own skin and bones
Skin and bones

Push me under I wanna be alone
Sever all the little things,
Pressure on the phantom wings

The tunnels keep getting deeper and deeper
Show me what the roots have to say this time
They blur my mind
Set if off again
I can't see
Feeling like the walls speak
Who is this person living on the other side
And how do I make them die?

And I know just how to,
How to make it die
Sever all the little things,
Pressure on the phantom wings

And I know just how to,
How to make it die
Sever all the little things,
Pressure on the phantom wings



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Lantonio
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