Obelisk of Hands (feat. Logan St. Germain)
You couldn't stack enough stones
To crush the devil out of me
What's in a face, what's in a name?
I smell a body, I crave its heat
Broken fingers search the dirt
For willing shells to drift into
Wandering eyes, wandering hands
Wandering tongue you wish to sever
But atrophy my tongue
And you will atrophy my love
No shortage of reasons
That I should disgust you
Disembodied hands, I quiver in their touch
No shortage of reasons
That I should disgust you
Let Bacchae sing praise to my moral decay
I live among the remnants of a shattered soul
I am еxpected to be fulfillеd
By a piece and not the whole?
Can I kill this wretched empty
If I let it feed me
To any open mouth?
Tell the holy gentry
That they cannot sell me
The weight to sink my heart
I lose my shine when you lift my mask
And see that I am just a tired man
When you feel my tongue grow heavy with silence
And you learn that I am nothing but a bore
When you taste my mouth
That's so quick to say "love"
But swallows everything it means
When you learn that I'm neurosis
Puppeteering a person
It won't take long to see
There's no shortage of reasons
That I should disgust you
I need not be led to temptation
For I know where it breeds
It's born from knowing
That I don't deserve to be with anyone
To crush the devil out of me
What's in a face, what's in a name?
I smell a body, I crave its heat
Broken fingers search the dirt
For willing shells to drift into
Wandering eyes, wandering hands
Wandering tongue you wish to sever
But atrophy my tongue
And you will atrophy my love
No shortage of reasons
That I should disgust you
Disembodied hands, I quiver in their touch
No shortage of reasons
That I should disgust you
Let Bacchae sing praise to my moral decay
I live among the remnants of a shattered soul
I am еxpected to be fulfillеd
By a piece and not the whole?
Can I kill this wretched empty
If I let it feed me
To any open mouth?
Tell the holy gentry
That they cannot sell me
The weight to sink my heart
I lose my shine when you lift my mask
And see that I am just a tired man
When you feel my tongue grow heavy with silence
And you learn that I am nothing but a bore
When you taste my mouth
That's so quick to say "love"
But swallows everything it means
When you learn that I'm neurosis
Puppeteering a person
It won't take long to see
There's no shortage of reasons
That I should disgust you
I need not be led to temptation
For I know where it breeds
It's born from knowing
That I don't deserve to be with anyone
Credits
Writer(s): Aki Mccullough, Anthony Montalbano, Justin Soares, Keziah Z. Staska, Ryan Couitt
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Other Album Tracks
- Good Reasons to Freeze to Death
- Studying the Greats in Self-Immolation
- Lord Have MRSA On My Soul
- All Towers Drawn in the Equatorial Room (feat. Wounded Touch)
- Obelisk of Hands (feat. Logan St. Germain)
- It Will Hurt, and You Won't Get to Be Surprised
- Reverberations of a Sickly Wound
- Blighttown Type Beat
- Body Fountain
- I Dream't of a Room of Clouds
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