As you rip off the scars on your fingers And the iron seeps through a red soaked film This is the human incarnation of molt Catharsis corporeal
Glaring with flaming red bruised upper joints With lingering numbness, and a stringent skin These are the marks set upon your frame From sombre thoughts and worthless efforts
See; the callous brought from pain Tiny wounds heal quicker Weave the stains all together
Hold on to the storm Cling to the bone Weep through the smoke And listen to your agony
Float up to the crust Exhaust your cask Engage your poise And be the sun of your former self
For a while, your boredom reaches new heights As the compulsions go unfuelled This is the epitome of self-attrition The place in which you start anew
See; the callous brought from pain Tiny wounds heal quicker Weave the stains all together
Hold on to the storm Cling to the bone Weep through the smoke And listen to your agony
Float up to the crust Exhaust your cask Engage your poise And be the sun of your former selfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
