It Will Hurt, and You Won't Get to Be Surprised
You are the song of my soul, and I have ruptured the chords
I sing notes transposed to rusted angel's harps
I have left peace and comfort bleeding on my doorstep
As I chase a love fabricated
I've hanged by the words of desolate sermons
And became an expert in discarding my blessings
I want to see the place inside of your promise
I want to taste the nectars while I'm still alive
You must have known your gospel was preying on the meek
The hurt, the lost, the blind
I am the fool of a god who holds me inches
From the joy that I have earned
And he watches me as my desperate hands tremble
And stretch to finally grasp the gift that he has offered
Then pulls me away to reopen my pain
He keeps me hurting by reminding me of what I lack
And it's my fault for believing that you could have been fate
That I could have been fated for something
That makes me glad to be alive
From now on I'll only have faith in my misery
And be confident in the breaking of things that are special to me
In the freezing of everything warm
And the teeth behind every kiss
I am faltering
You can't fault me for believing
I'm worthy of receiving the fantasy you fed me
I am the one who made the mistake
Of trying to let something in
I am the one who made the mistake
Of trying to let something in
Maybe one day I will learn, the best that I can feel is numb
I'll never again confess love
Next time I'll bite through my tongue
The blood of your broken covenant
Is that which stains your delicate hands
I long to be rid of mine, but Zion's river is frozen where it stands
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
I sing notes transposed to rusted angel's harps
I have left peace and comfort bleeding on my doorstep
As I chase a love fabricated
I've hanged by the words of desolate sermons
And became an expert in discarding my blessings
I want to see the place inside of your promise
I want to taste the nectars while I'm still alive
You must have known your gospel was preying on the meek
The hurt, the lost, the blind
I am the fool of a god who holds me inches
From the joy that I have earned
And he watches me as my desperate hands tremble
And stretch to finally grasp the gift that he has offered
Then pulls me away to reopen my pain
He keeps me hurting by reminding me of what I lack
And it's my fault for believing that you could have been fate
That I could have been fated for something
That makes me glad to be alive
From now on I'll only have faith in my misery
And be confident in the breaking of things that are special to me
In the freezing of everything warm
And the teeth behind every kiss
I am faltering
You can't fault me for believing
I'm worthy of receiving the fantasy you fed me
I am the one who made the mistake
Of trying to let something in
I am the one who made the mistake
Of trying to let something in
Maybe one day I will learn, the best that I can feel is numb
I'll never again confess love
Next time I'll bite through my tongue
The blood of your broken covenant
Is that which stains your delicate hands
I long to be rid of mine, but Zion's river is frozen where it stands
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
Let my love into your heart
Give it a warm place to die
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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