Force-fed eyes
Creeping oblivion of decorated graves
Shameless plagiarism
No drawing blood tonight
No trace of an outline
Subsist on stolen memories
Caught between the cracks
Shudder to exist
Nothing you can do
Justify the need
Cut to watch it bleed
Barely living proof
Scraping bones and shadows pray for rest
All blister packed; no lessons learnt
Mothers fall and fade
From ivory to grey
In a room without a view
Dog-sick with the possibility of another failed escape.
The thrill of private crime
It kills the part of me that cares
Delirious resign
The spirit masses scraping by
Each of my future sins
Have bet their lives on borrowed skin
Prenatal plague within
Young violence speaks our fall to ruin
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Force-fed eyes
Creeping oblivion of decorated graves
Shameless plagiarism
No drawing blood tonight
No trace of an outline
Subsist on stolen memories
Caught between the cracks
Shudder to exist
Nothing you can do
Justify the need
Cut to watch it bleed
Barely living proof
Scraping bones and shadows pray for rest
All blister packed; no lessons learnt
Mothers fall and fade
From ivory to grey
In a room without a view
Dog-sick with the possibility of another failed escape.
The thrill of private crime
It kills the part of me that cares
Delirious resign
The spirit masses scraping by
Each of my future sins
Have bet their lives on borrowed skin
Prenatal plague within
Young violence speaks our fall to ruin
Creeping oblivion of decorated graves
Shameless plagiarism
No drawing blood tonight
No trace of an outline
Subsist on stolen memories
Caught between the cracks
Shudder to exist
Nothing you can do
Justify the need
Cut to watch it bleed
Barely living proof
Scraping bones and shadows pray for rest
All blister packed; no lessons learnt
Mothers fall and fade
From ivory to grey
In a room without a view
Dog-sick with the possibility of another failed escape.
The thrill of private crime
It kills the part of me that cares
Delirious resign
The spirit masses scraping by
Each of my future sins
Have bet their lives on borrowed skin
Prenatal plague within
Young violence speaks our fall to ruin
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music