Lungless Shell
So take me back to a time and place
When I could stand to see the image of my goddamn face
A monument to better days
When all things still had colour and these eyes...
...and these eyes, they seemed to favour
My body entwines with lines of life
That hold no weight (pull these strings)
These threads of choice that have left me in pieces
The fibres grasp, suffocating, drawing in life
The grey and black that flakes from your skin
Painted like ash and flutters in the wind
Let me reach in and pull out life
The source of your pulse, a weapon of my choice
My body entwines with lines of life
That hold no weight (pull my strings)
Your soul has defined its existence
But it is I who holds the trigger
I've dawned this crown made of guilt and lies
A sinful halo that burns my mind
So take me back to a place
So take me back to a time and place
When I could stand to see the image of your goddamn face
Goddamn face, f..cking waste
That I let myself drown neck deep into
