I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed
Did I trade intent for futile means in the process?
I guess there’s a whole in the
Bottom of my head my sense has fallen out
I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the righteous
A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked
And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin too

(I give it all)
Will you watch me drown in a pool of my thickening blood?
My rigid limbs sprawl around. I fear that I’m going down.
Stung by the incessant drone of some siren calling me out.
Oh dear I heard the sound

Now I’m hung like an overcoat
With some poison fruit in my mouth.
Oh God, it’s dragging me down
Louder and louder still, spinning looms by which I am bound
This wasn’t right, but it’s what I needed
And I wouldn’t lie, to feed my indifference