Rory The Sick Six Hundred
Something truly unexpected
As opposed to corruption
Everything is plain and honest
As for you, less of the latter
Where's your invitation
Staring down at empty hands
Can somebody help me understand
These walls are wearing
Misconceived observations
Feels so sick six hundred reasons
Can you count the ways it hurts
Can you count the ways it hurts
Structure's losing strength
This is your battle call
Last step before you fall
And in that moment you felt alive, you died
So close your eyes and pray for solid ground
Staring down at empty hands
Can somebody help me understand
These walls are wearing
Misconceived observations
Feels so sick, six hundred reasons
Can you count the ways it hurts
Can you count the ways it hurts
Structure's losing strength
Staring at the ceiling
Hope to god it doesn't
Cave in
Here's your battle call
Last step before you fall
And in the moment you felt alive, you died
Here's your invitation
Staring down at empty hands
Can somebody help me understand
These walls are wearing
Misconceived observations
Feels so sick, six hundred reasons
Can you count the ways it hurt
Can you count the ways it hurt
Structure's losing strength
