The Antlers [Hospice] - Atrophy | Текст песни

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• The Antlers [Hospice]
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You've been living awhile in the front of my skull
Making orders
You've been writing me rules, shrinking maps
And redrawing borders
I've been repeating your speeches
But the audience just doesn't follow
Because I'm leaving out words, punctuation
And it sounds pretty hollow
I've been living in bed because now
You tell me to sleep
I've been hiding my voice and my face
And you decide when I eat
In your dreams I'm a criminal
Horrible, sleeping around
While you're awake I'm impossible
Constantly letting you down

Little porcelain figurines
Glass bullets you shoot at the wall
Threats of castration for crimes
You imagine when I miss your call
With the bite of the teeth of that ring on my finger
I'm bound to your bedside, your eulogy singer
I'd happily take all those bullets inside you
And put them inside of myself

Someone, oh anyone
Tell me how to stop this
She's screaming, expiring
And I'm her only witness
I'm freezing, infected
And rigid in that room inside her
No one's gonna come as long as I lay still in bed beside her