Sin to the Syndrome

I could count the moments of attack
But I know I'd lose track
Some days I'm certain
That my bones
Will break through the skin on my back

Ooh
Ooh

If I ripped off my skin
Don't you think
It'd distract at least?
From the outer spectacle
If I ripped off my skin
Don't you think
It'd distract a little bit?
From the sin to the syndrome

My lungs stall
Like a motor needing gas
They're so pretentious
It's a party for pity
A party swimming
In a salty kitchen floor

Uh uh uh (Uh uh uh)
Uh uh uh (Uh uh uh)
Uh uh uh uh

If I ripped off my skin
Don't you think
It'd distract at least?
From the outer spectacle
If I ripped off my skin
Don't you think
It'd distract a little bit?
From the sin to the syndrome

Ooh blood gushing in
Air stolen
Whiplash
Brain rash oh
Over and over and over and over
Until it's all over
And my nails are gone
And my lungs are punctured
And my ducts are empty
And there's none of me
Then will you have enough of me?



Credits
Writer(s): Jenna May Rose Mcilwrath
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