Mercy Cage M
Black on black
Something automatic
Something sight unseen
I have succumbed to this before
Through malignancy, with sympathy
With shame when words collide
Stuck on the downside...
Every time I think it's over
[I am nameless and I am dying]
[I am blameless, yet I am dying]
I could cut myself to prove that the wire is real
I am the colour
I am the shape
I am the form
I am disease
I am the colour
I am the shape
I am the form
I am release
A shallow distance
Love in remission now
While everything's dead inside
At least the sun shines down again
In horror he fell
This well etched mask of tragedy belies
The light of a funeral for a friend...
I ripped the wound by falling over...
[I am nameless and I am dying]
[I am blameless, yet I am dying]
[In suffrage now I cannot see]
[I'm not half as whole as I used to be]
I will cut myself to prove that the wire is real
I have cut myself to prove that the wire is real
I have cut myself, and they have cut me...
