ANABOLIC SPUDSMAN (THIQUE EDITION) (feat. Spencer Stewart & Lorna Shore)
Want to let go
Loosen up my fingers
This thread won't hold
Another night, a longer winter
I count my steps
The glass below me
Runs through my feet
A longer cut is bleeding on me
Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it
I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
'Cause you ran out of stitches
The corners of your eyelids
Still half shut and cutting through the silence
I hate the way I pull you under
'Cause I should know better
I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
'Cause you ran out of stitches
Made of wax
Was it meant to last?
Voice of harm
Tears through my head
Calloused fingers
Keeping myself alive
Stuck in this gravity
A never ending wound
A never ending wound
Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it just to calm the silence
Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it just to calm the silence
(You try to hide it just to calm the silence)
I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
'Cause you ran out of stitches
Harm in my voices
Walking through late nights
Of soaking up a bleeding room
The strain on your fingers
When you hold my sadness
So afraid I'm hurting you
Loosen up my fingers
This thread won't hold
Another night, a longer winter
I count my steps
The glass below me
Runs through my feet
A longer cut is bleeding on me
Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it
I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
'Cause you ran out of stitches
The corners of your eyelids
Still half shut and cutting through the silence
I hate the way I pull you under
'Cause I should know better
I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
'Cause you ran out of stitches
Made of wax
Was it meant to last?
Voice of harm
Tears through my head
Calloused fingers
Keeping myself alive
Stuck in this gravity
A never ending wound
A never ending wound
Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it just to calm the silence
Your arms are tired from the dead weight
You try to hide it just to calm the silence
(You try to hide it just to calm the silence)
I see it on your face
You blur me out
You hear the voices get too loud
They're screaming now
Wearing you down
What's in my head
Is pouring out
'Cause you ran out of stitches
Harm in my voices
Walking through late nights
Of soaking up a bleeding room
The strain on your fingers
When you hold my sadness
So afraid I'm hurting you
Credits
Writer(s): John Franck
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