Atrophy

She waits alone in misery in a bed the lord reclaimed
I've known the joy of atrophy and the weight and guilt of shame
If you thought God was innocent, you're livin' behind the glass
You ain't a saint until you sinned and she just lived too fast

If I stumble, let me fall
I ain't going nowhere, 'til nowhere calls

You don't know the joy in pain 'til you're lonely, down, and lost
It's that feeling that comes with a heavy rain and ends below the cross
Save your speech and your sympathy, leave your hedone-y behind
Join me down in atrophy, let me waste away your mind

If I stumble, let me fall
I ain't going nowhere, 'til nowhere calls

Now all that's left is apathy, where the devil left his mark
This broken life is killing me and I'm married to the dark
My lady needs some company down in that lonesome room
She waits alone in misery but soon I'll be her groom

If I stumble, let me fall
I'm going nowhere, now that nowhere's called



Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Flint
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