His Loom

His knees are bruised and his hands are shakin'
He was the one to my blue bones breakin'
Know, he can stare deep into your soul
Without even needing to look at you at all
It's not like a talent it's more like his nature
He can tell a fraud apart from a painted picture
But darling's now in much safer arms
I'm glad he split from me, now he would do no harm
Uh-uh, do no harm

My plastic surgeries, an expensive mistake
One eyehole still hollow, scars all over my face
My body a corpse and almost fully decayed
Our bodies are fragile, it's the price we pay

His loom, his weave, he's sound asleep
His loop, his teeth, I rot in peace

Now look at me I'm all banged up
My aching heart, is this enough?
In chapter two my heart breaks free
But I'm still chained down to my body, can't leave me

My plastic surgeries, an expensive mistake
One eyehole still hollow, scars all over my face
My body a corpse and almost fully decayed
Our bodies are fragile, it's the price we pay

His loom, his weave, he works on me
His threads in me, he breathes so deeply
His mind so vast, his throat at ease
His logic, his speech is like a melody inside of me

Breathe
Breathe
Broken, breakin'
Pow, p-p-pow
Lose, lose, lose, l-l-lose
Huh, (shh)
Breathe, (shh)
Breathe
Breathe