Writhe
On the storm, overkilling you
Bursting banks just like John Dillinger
Torrent gushing, overspilling to
Flush the ill out of our system
This machine fresh-strung and retuned
All you fascists bound to lose
Moth your relay then delete you
Strike the match and light the fuse
Marching, sporting sweat and blood-dyed
Rags of wool and buried eyes
Now you cut my wings, I cannot fly
Slash my tyres, cannot ride
Pressed-up guts, blood, bone and muscle
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing left to do but struggle
Nothing left to do but
Writhe
Writhe
All of a sudden, southern shift
Haunting purpose in the blitz
Falling forward, outstretched fist
Full commitment to the risk
Served shaken in my screw-top vessel
Hot head laced with soap and methanol
Holy water, prayer of freeman
Exorcise synthetic demon
They lit me up like an offering
My beast takes off and we're on the wing
So far away, when we used to sing
So far away, where I've always been
I take my final backward glance
To gaze upon all that ever mattered
Kiss my palms, I wave my thanks
My time is up, I soar through stratus
Writhe
Writhe
Bursting banks just like John Dillinger
Torrent gushing, overspilling to
Flush the ill out of our system
This machine fresh-strung and retuned
All you fascists bound to lose
Moth your relay then delete you
Strike the match and light the fuse
Marching, sporting sweat and blood-dyed
Rags of wool and buried eyes
Now you cut my wings, I cannot fly
Slash my tyres, cannot ride
Pressed-up guts, blood, bone and muscle
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing left to do but struggle
Nothing left to do but
Writhe
Writhe
All of a sudden, southern shift
Haunting purpose in the blitz
Falling forward, outstretched fist
Full commitment to the risk
Served shaken in my screw-top vessel
Hot head laced with soap and methanol
Holy water, prayer of freeman
Exorcise synthetic demon
They lit me up like an offering
My beast takes off and we're on the wing
So far away, when we used to sing
So far away, where I've always been
I take my final backward glance
To gaze upon all that ever mattered
Kiss my palms, I wave my thanks
My time is up, I soar through stratus
Writhe
Writhe
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Writer(s): Alex Davison
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