Every Scar a Brushstroke
I'm a little closer to the truth now
I'm a little faster on my feet
But you're already there
You caught me so easy, it's like I wanted you to
The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it
If you give me the scent, I'll bring you the kill
I envy the way you live, I envy the way you control
The feeling of rope against my skin
The feel of this cloth in my mouth
The metal cold against my wrists
I will remember this to my dying day
And soon you might forget me
Just bloodstains on this chair
I guess that's not so far off
My god it's so cool out
Shiver until I shake
I feel it where my fingers used to be
The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it
Do you miss the way I was when I came?
I know I'm missing limbs but I'm worth it I promise you
Pushing through pain just to prove to myself I'm real
Taking care not cutting too deep into each wound you make
Biting down hard I must try to stare back at you
Concentrate on symmetry, careful with your instruments
Now I've seen your face I have no use for eyes
Pin me to the wall, a study of violent form
The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it
As you add the final touch
You step back, admire what is left
I am a vessel, my body a canvas
Every bone a waiting frame
Every scar a brushstroke
I'm a little faster on my feet
But you're already there
You caught me so easy, it's like I wanted you to
The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it
If you give me the scent, I'll bring you the kill
I envy the way you live, I envy the way you control
The feeling of rope against my skin
The feel of this cloth in my mouth
The metal cold against my wrists
I will remember this to my dying day
And soon you might forget me
Just bloodstains on this chair
I guess that's not so far off
My god it's so cool out
Shiver until I shake
I feel it where my fingers used to be
The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it
Do you miss the way I was when I came?
I know I'm missing limbs but I'm worth it I promise you
Pushing through pain just to prove to myself I'm real
Taking care not cutting too deep into each wound you make
Biting down hard I must try to stare back at you
Concentrate on symmetry, careful with your instruments
Now I've seen your face I have no use for eyes
Pin me to the wall, a study of violent form
The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it
As you add the final touch
You step back, admire what is left
I am a vessel, my body a canvas
Every bone a waiting frame
Every scar a brushstroke
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Mould, Andy Janson, Jack Jennings, James Mackenzie, Jonathan Bastable
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