歌词
I'm very grateful to be something that I'm not
Every opportunity to gather this: I am a prop
And when you're gone
I find the bastard and I send him to hell
My waking life is understanding all the pressure you felt
So when my hands are tied the answer is a saccharine tell
That gives away exact location of my absence in health
Well
Bending, ascending, an end to an act
I am eaten by demons that hang from my back
And what's mine still is yours, so pretend that it's faster
To exit the neck than a sleep minuet
It's pathetic, my only dream
A fire that eats this hole between
An arrogance that still persists
Or what the hell my problem is
Tell me anyone I could blame for this
Any hope of a savior's kiss
Any reason to stave the fringe
An emotion I can't resist
My hands are shaking
My blood stream is still
My brain is finally catching up to shit that's actually real
If this is final then affix it to the nerve in my heel
So I can bury with the crows in the field
Bending, ascending, an end to an act
I am eaten by demons that hang from my back
And what's mine still is yours, so pretend that it's faster
To exit the neck than a sleep minuet
It's pathetic, my only dream
A fire that eats this hole between
An arrogance that still persists
Or what the hell my problem is
Tell me anyone I could blame for this
Any hope of a savior's kiss
Any reason to stave the fringe
An emotion I can't resist