Tricks

Tricks to relocate your mind,
The costs a lie.
Never meant to hurt you dear,
Just pierce the skin.
I should never comfort you,
It leads to sin.
But the risk is so tempting,
To let it slip.

Tired of feeling so exposed
When, god, i held you close
Listen to what i have to say
'cos god, i held you close

A drowning man will clutch a straw,
But his quivering hand will deal no more.
Crows flying over our heads,
"I'm caught in the emotion" she said,
Inert there she lay,
Inert there she lay.

Fictional belief,
God's disease lived in me.
But i covered up the saint,
He's insane,
It isn't safe.
I should account for
All your sins in me.
Well I can't crawl after you anymore,
I'm better off without you anyway (you whore)

Tired of feeling so exposed
When, god, i held you close
Listen to what i have to say
'cos god, i held you close

Save for the day
When god's will becomes your will
inside you.
Save for the day
When god's will becomes your will,
You're ready.



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Piddington
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