I’ll be a martyr for your indifference if you promise to line my tomb with trinkets There won’t be a resonating cry just an awkward formal dialogue between my ghost and those I’ve denied We want guarantees, not hunger pains but starvation just won’t subside
Somewhere between the penance & the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance & the patience I think we’ve lost our way
You told me what you stand for The sleepless crusade The bitter campaign
In every room that we walk in the walls are skin and they’re writhing oh they’re writhing
In every room that we walk in the walls are skin and they’re writhing oh they’re writhing
Somewhere between the penance & the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance & the patience I think we’ve lost our way
You’d be unwise to sate the urge but go ahead you wouldn’t be the first
In every room that we walk in the walls are skin and they’re writhing oh they’re writhing
In every room that we walk in the walls are skin and they’re writhing oh they’re writhing
Somewhere between the penance & the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance & the patience I think we’ve lost our way
Somewhere between the penance & the patience You drift with every word they say Somewhere between the penance & the patience I think we’ve lost our way
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