Nervous Pulp - Sins Beneath The Meat

Sins Beneath the Meat

Falling to the earth
Like a wounded Dove
Flailing bloodied wings
Crashing from above

Thousand peering eyes
Thousand shining suns
What is it to feel
What is it to want

Torn and tepid minds
Blackened souls of feet
Calloused trembling hands
Sins beneath the meat

Answers never found
For questions never asked
Future full of ghosts
Premonitions past

And it all comes crashing down

Roll the sacred stone
To the accursed crest
Crushed beneath the weight
Ants will eat the rest

I remember well
Your mind from within
Cuts me like a knife
Fits me like my skin

And it all comes crashing down
I'm bound to crash

Tell me now
Now tell me now
Now tell me now
Now tell me now

My feet are plastered to the ground
But fuck I just don't give a damn
I'm crashing down
I'm crashing down
I'm crashing

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Writer(s): Devin Little
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