Vise Grip

I can't see the color
Cast out to a desert sun
Limbs shaking, surrender
You were supposed to cure the sickness

Frustration
Fury
Affection towards
Scorn
My patience short
Daylight
It's fading

I can't see the color
Cast out to a desert sun
Limbs shaking, surrender
You were supposed to cure the sickness

Dejected
Mourning
A longing for
Salve
Prognosis short
Daylight
It's fading

Flesh
This is my prison
My flesh prison

Desperate to deny my fate
But it's haunting me
Destined to fall asleep
Even a vise-like grip
Slipping

Now I know loss
Now I know loss
Now I suffer
Now I suffer



Credits
Writer(s): Jp Lichtenberg, Ben Kuhfus, Nate Colbert
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