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When I lay down
Pray up to the hands holding stars above
That I wake with the sun in the morning with no mourning and with no stiffening of my Corpse
To be wrapped up, rolled out, flat on the gurney
Never returning, leaving a household of misery and worry
My heart beats somewhere between my hand and the bed
But I feel it pulsating through veins in my neck
In my forehead
I feel the walls closing in in my chest
It clicked select and dragged to a smaller scale

Grinch heart
Pressing outward, but not in growth, despair

Its sick worried beat, echoes in thick spit
Cold feet and clammed hands, wringing and grasping at air
Acid rising again from the depths of my body
Signaling stories of warnings and misread signs to say goodbyes
Assure yourself and lay back down to sleep
And rest until the fight bell rings and organs arrest, until jolted awake
To find death's gaze in line with my panicked eyes
Looking down, about to enter the skies
Looking up towards the ceiling



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Gorey
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