I'm breaking my knuckles to bits on these wooden walls.
Cracking the bones bit by bit, piece by fucking piece.
These teeth are damn near ground to dust. My veins course blood, rust, and lust.
The rasp of that rope tightening has never sounded more seductive.
I can smell the rain days before the storm. I can feel the snow in my bones.
The anxiety fills my chest. When good enough just isn't my best, im ready to be laid to rest.
Track Name: Heathen Son
I often wonder how cold you get at night, having such thin skin. Nothing protecting you from the outside world. Unscarred hands that have never known calluses. Keeping straight has become such a feat for you, with a spine so weak and curved. I often wonder how cold you get at night.
The only apologies you'll see from me, are when I'm six feet deep.
Take all the sympathies you need from me then. Cause when I'm dust and bone, this pine box will be my home.