I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed Did I trade intent for futile means in the process? I guess there’s a whole in the bottom of my head my sense has fallen out
I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the righteous A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin too
(I give it all) Will you watch me drown in a pool of my thickening blood? My rigid limbs sprawl around. I fear that I’m going down. Stung by the incessant drone of some siren calling me out. Oh dear I heard the sound Now I’m hung like an overcoat with some poison fruit in my mouth. Oh god, It’s dragging me down Louder and louder still, spinning looms by which I am bound
This wasn’t right, but it’s what I needed And I wouldn’t lie, to feed my indifference