Barkmarket Drain
I pulled you down, it took all year
To pry off the backing from the skin left
Here around my neck where I leashed your name
Engraved in fake pain
I make it all up to size my drain
I won't feel, I promised to steal
I promise I'll never outgrow the need to
Bow in line, it just pays to lie and let it drain
Drain
Don't think out loud
Just cover your mouth
Just tie up the collar and beg into the easy
You'll take this wrong, but I know you belong
In my cradle, alone
Alone, I will see you
Make it broken, make it wrong
It's clear as a pain
To keep yourself sanе
You might have to cut off a few of your precious fingеrs
It won't cure, it won't even restore
It just might reveal a side of your part in this patricide
It don't pay to try
It don't make you wise
It just prays you lie and let it drain
Let it drain
I don't hear nothing as you father my pain
Please make it broken, please make it wrong
Make it broken, just let it rot on
Just let it rot on
Please, let it rot on
Let it rot on
Just let it rot on
Rot on
Just rot on
Just rot on
