Surrender Your Sons...
Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire so I place these scales over my eyes
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
You whisper.
But I hear only what I choose.
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that
Mire or will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there afterwards
My mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone
You know that feeling of fear and desperation in the pit
Of your stomach making you nauseous
Excitement apprehension you wish you could lose it all
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that Mire
Or will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that Mire
Or will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there afterwards
My mouth will be filled with gravel and afterwards, I'm left alone
When your head spins and your stomach swells
The fear of dealing with this is stronger than the fear of just
Forgetting this and future I am scared of you
I swear I'll find my way back to the light now that I'm left alone
Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that Mire
Or will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there [Repeats]
My mouth will be filled with gravel and afterwards I'm left alone