Drained
Break me off
I'm sucking the wrong vine again
I need some comforting to get me back in line again
Tie me on
I'm running out of time
And there's no Holy Spirit
Coming from this wine
Drink it down
It's empty to the dregs
But I feel no more pleasure here than when I first began
Fill me up
To excess I attain
The emptiness of access, artifices in my brain
Waste is repeated
Vita, depleted
Drained
Newness, discarded
Rebirth, avoided
Again
Distantly, flickers
I know I can't smother
The flame
Fruitless ambition
Grieve transfiguration
Grafted onto dying vine
Monotony my hidden crime
Repetitious consummation
Is producing no salvation
Break
Burst the bonds
Until we're finally free
Nothing but my own will within to capture me
Don't you know
The higher thing must save?
If nothing sacred dwells here I must build the sacred state
Derivative
The glory left the house
And I am left producing stories that I live without, now
Spiral down
Existence is my trade
The holy parts of me are the parts I did not make
Waste is repeated
Drained
Newness discarded
Again
Waste is repeated
Drained
Newness discarded
Again
Fruitless ambition
Grieve transfiguration
Grafted onto dying vine
Monotony my hidden crime
Repetitious consummation
Is producing no salvation
Break
Reach for the roots
Break me off
Tie me on
Before I'm thrown in the blaze
Because a green branch won't burn
Reach for the roots
I'm sucking the wrong vine again
I need some comforting to get me back in line again
Tie me on
I'm running out of time
And there's no Holy Spirit
Coming from this wine
Drink it down
It's empty to the dregs
But I feel no more pleasure here than when I first began
Fill me up
To excess I attain
The emptiness of access, artifices in my brain
Waste is repeated
Vita, depleted
Drained
Newness, discarded
Rebirth, avoided
Again
Distantly, flickers
I know I can't smother
The flame
Fruitless ambition
Grieve transfiguration
Grafted onto dying vine
Monotony my hidden crime
Repetitious consummation
Is producing no salvation
Break
Burst the bonds
Until we're finally free
Nothing but my own will within to capture me
Don't you know
The higher thing must save?
If nothing sacred dwells here I must build the sacred state
Derivative
The glory left the house
And I am left producing stories that I live without, now
Spiral down
Existence is my trade
The holy parts of me are the parts I did not make
Waste is repeated
Drained
Newness discarded
Again
Waste is repeated
Drained
Newness discarded
Again
Fruitless ambition
Grieve transfiguration
Grafted onto dying vine
Monotony my hidden crime
Repetitious consummation
Is producing no salvation
Break
Reach for the roots
Break me off
Tie me on
Before I'm thrown in the blaze
Because a green branch won't burn
Reach for the roots
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Writer(s): Josh Hamilton
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