Ludge

Her lips drew life from the world
Red-coated, blood bloated
A voice of malice taught me malice ways
And we’re trying not to make them stay

Faux born, ivory divorcé
The palest ghost I’ve ever seen (I've ever seen)
I’m sick of waging war against my fucking self
Let it happen, let them bury me

You sit there trashing your vertebrae
While crying over the magistrate
There’s no room for you or your lack of perspective
Right speech, yeah, wrong ways
You’ve been here for way too long, and now I can’t fucking stay

Her lips drew life from the world
Red-coated, blood bloated
A voice of malice taught me malice ways
And we’re trying not to make them stay
What is life? What is love?
You’ve been here for way too long and now you can’t fucking stay
Sick of waging war against my fucking self
I can’t even think straight anymore
Wrong speech, wrong ways
You’ve been here for too long and now you can’t stay